*is oddly comforted, just a little bit, by that sliver of normalcy* *rubs his eyes and bows his head for a moment, feeling the weight of it creeping in (he's been not-thinking about this all night and all day, but saying it aloud—signing it aloud?—is bringing it all to the fore)*
*finally looks at you again, crimp-eyed and thin-lipped* *raggedly* I don't know. *doesn't know the signs for what he would explain, if he could at all, so pantomimes tearing his heart out and dropping it on the floor*