[When he sits, it's with the same lack of grace as all his other movements have displayed, as if something in his body is a step behind what his mind is telling him to do. There's a keenness in his eyes - an intelligence - but what is going on in his head has a habit of never quite making its way out of his mouth.
He's grateful, though, for many things. First of all, that she isn't immediately running in the other direction. Secondly, and more importantly, she's offering him a simpler way to communicate that makes things.. easier.
A little easier.
R doesn't answer right away, despite the simplicity of the binary responses offered to him. He settles for nodding, but then adds-]
Can't... remember.
[The second word comes out laboriously, but there it is. He's a little proud of himself. He assumes he could talk, because the words he knows now and the words that blossom in brilliant colours in his mind must have come from somewhere. He must have been able to talk, but time took it from him along with his memories of the person he used to be.]
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He's grateful, though, for many things. First of all, that she isn't immediately running in the other direction. Secondly, and more importantly, she's offering him a simpler way to communicate that makes things.. easier.
A little easier.
R doesn't answer right away, despite the simplicity of the binary responses offered to him. He settles for nodding, but then adds-]
Can't... remember.
[The second word comes out laboriously, but there it is. He's a little proud of himself. He assumes he could talk, because the words he knows now and the words that blossom in brilliant colours in his mind must have come from somewhere. He must have been able to talk, but time took it from him along with his memories of the person he used to be.]