He sips his tea, somewhat nervous about how the interview went. It was the first job that was made for him. Antonio sighed, stretching his long fingers and legs as if he were a cat. This time he had hope, he wanted to have hope. Being an ASL interpreter wasn’t what he wanted but it would help him live without being so dependent on you, his lover. He felt like a burden, always clinging onto you when you came home from a long day of work which is why he never blamed you when you snapped at him sometimes. Unknown to the deaf Antonio, you were right behind him. Trying to think of ways to greet him without startling him.