He didn’t know what to say, because he wasn’t very good with words. So instead, he held up the sign for “I love you” as Mira had taught him when he’d asked if she knew any sign language that Anya hadn’t taught him. And all the ugly bits of his soul knit back together as she mimicked the sign and pressed their hands together. Whole. Because she loved him as he hadn’t realized he wanted to be loved.
