[I didn't say it wasn't true. It can be both true and nice.]

He'd say adorable, but then they would think he's lying. They may anyway. Today. He can hope there comes a day when they believe what he says. His hands stop speaking and then one reaches out to touch their shoulder lightly, all his focus on keeping the thin pseudo-arm steady for a moment. Signing is one thing, reaching out that far is another. He misses being bones.