[ Grey follows her, naturally. He doesn't get a chair; the grass is good enough for him, so he folds down onto it, with his legs folded around him. He keeps signing, as best as he can, though it's more halting now.
Not because he doesn't know the words. How are birthdays handled.
We didn't know when it was a birthday, he explains. We guessed sometimes. For the younger ones. They got the ball to themselves for an hour.
That seems so foolish now. Grey's eyes flick away when he says it, like it's something he should be ashamed of. They'd had so little. And everything had been shared, and fought over, and it's not like that now. It's strange to look back on that, and feel guilty. He has so much now. The feeling is a complicated one, and he doesn't really know what to do with it. So he flexes his fingers and moves on, trying to shut the feeling down.
We never knew the date. Except for New Year. I don't know when my birthday is.
April - signified by pointing at her, this time - said I should pick one.
He lifts his eyes back to Mary now, wondering what she thinks of this. Whether it's allowed, or whether it's cheating. Does she approve? His expression seeks the answer to that question, even though it's not one that he signs. ]
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Not because he doesn't know the words. How are birthdays handled.
We didn't know when it was a birthday, he explains. We guessed sometimes. For the younger ones. They got the ball to themselves for an hour.
That seems so foolish now. Grey's eyes flick away when he says it, like it's something he should be ashamed of. They'd had so little. And everything had been shared, and fought over, and it's not like that now. It's strange to look back on that, and feel guilty. He has so much now. The feeling is a complicated one, and he doesn't really know what to do with it. So he flexes his fingers and moves on, trying to shut the feeling down.
We never knew the date. Except for New Year. I don't know when my birthday is.
April - signified by pointing at her, this time - said I should pick one.
He lifts his eyes back to Mary now, wondering what she thinks of this. Whether it's allowed, or whether it's cheating. Does she approve? His expression seeks the answer to that question, even though it's not one that he signs. ]