He was sure his parents loved him. Just in the way that you love your new girlfriend's kid; because you have to. He was sure they loved him, but he was also sure they would've loved him more if he were normal.

He popped his knuckles absently. The sound was a little off, not quite the way cracking bones were supposed to sound. They were hallow, more thunks than snaps. After a moment of listening to the other's talk and train and goof off, he looked back at Raven. Or at least in her general direction; his sightless gaze was actually aimed somewhere over her shoulder. "Why are you talking to me?" It was an abrupt question, but instead of sounding rude, he sounded honestly curious.