Felix looked at the other man, following the move of Wolf’s body as he looked at the other man. It hard to be sneaky when you were buzzed, and Felix was most certainly having issues with the whole ‘not staring at men’ thing. He had noticed Wolf before, at school. But Felix had never thought he’d be alone in the other’s room, not when Felix had been happy to date girls in school. Hell, he was about to take Becca Justice out- head cheerleader, the perfect Valentine’s Day date, right? He finally put his cup forward, letting Wolf refill the red solo cup. It felt like some sort of acceptance, as if he was deciding that he would stay longer in the other’s room.
“Thanks,” he said, suddenly remembering that, hey, this was the deaf guy! “Do I need to speak… slower? For you to read my lips?” he asked, going red in his cheeks. “I’m sorry, was that rude?” he asked. If anyone in the world was going to understand what it was like to be Felix Ruskin, it would probably be Wolf. Someone who knew what having a disability was like. What having something that defined your life, but you wanted to fight against. But Felix could, usually, hide his. Wolf couldn’t. Not really.