He’s an intimidating man, he knows that much. Even wearing the mask over his nose and mouth to hide the scars that show his teeth, his height and tattoos make him look scary. And yet you greet him every day at the shop as you clock in, never seeming afraid of him. It makes him curious - what makes you different? You’re greeting him, but he’s not processing the words at all, watching your mouth move.

"Sorry," he grunts, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Didn't hear ya."