Height becomes a language. When they walked together, strangers’ eyes flicked over the discrepancy and then somewhere else—sometimes admiration, sometimes amusement, sometimes the faint, needless curiosity people feel about anything that breaks a small expectation. He learned the social contours of apology: the questions about sports she didn't play, the assumptions about reaching things without asking. She cultivated small rituals to neutralize those moments—offering her hand when stepping over puddles so he wouldn’t have to ask, picking a sweater she thought would fit him better even if size tags suggested otherwise. It was care that spoke less of obligation and more of attunement.