Jakson Wayland
" If the words make their way from your mouth, don't ask my permission, all if forgiven."I turn and smile at her, waving. I used actions and emotions rather than words to speak, another reason the library was of comfort to me. I lean against one of the book shelves, picking a book off of it that looked interesting. i wasn't sre if i should say anything. i would talk, but only if talking was asked of me. If someone wanted to start a conversation i would take part. Otherwise i kept words to myself. Even when i spoke it was quiet and soft, something i knew i needed to work on and had been told many times by Hodge that it was a problem he wanted to fix.