the one visitor who understood the mute man
It makes him feel good all over again that Joelle had understood what he'd meant. She hadn't just come to tell her troubles to somebody that couldn't make human judgment-noises.
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The exception that redeems the confessional-booth: where everyone else has been using the mute Gately as a place to dump their wreckage, Joelle actually read his wordless request and brought the notebook — she came to help him communicate, not to talk at a man who can't answer. That she understood the mute signal at all is the scene's small warmth, and it's shadowed by an ache the chapter leaves open: whether the notebook was ever really there, or whether the one act of being understood happened only in a dream. [sweep · shared-ground addiction-recovery]