Wren isn't polite. He isn't interested in being what other people prefer,
or what they like: trying to do it has only ever ended up awful. He doesn't
care about it in other people.
He loves veracity: raw, unexpected, inescapable, unpreventable.
So yes, her laugh is different, unmodulated for his hearing ears but it's
brilliant and honest, all the more so for escaping the walls she's put up.
Laughter, pleasure, they're freedoms.
He sits up, a little; it's his turn to tip her head to look at him. He nods
yes and signs, "it's not WEIRD, it's -YOU."
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Wren isn't polite. He isn't interested in being what other people prefer, or what they like: trying to do it has only ever ended up awful. He doesn't care about it in other people.
He loves veracity: raw, unexpected, inescapable, unpreventable.
So yes, her laugh is different, unmodulated for his hearing ears but it's brilliant and honest, all the more so for escaping the walls she's put up. Laughter, pleasure, they're freedoms.
He sits up, a little; it's his turn to tip her head to look at him. He nods yes and signs, "it's not WEIRD, it's -YOU."