"Maybe. Yeah... Maybe," he says, nodding, likely the most uncertain anyone has ever seen him. He's never cared about if he can read or write before now, but he's realizing quick that everyone else is just fine with those weird bracelets and he isn't willing to be ignorant of them. "When I get better, sure."

Blushing, and knowing it, feeling it burning on his cheeks as he moves so slide down to one knee, intentionally doing so so it makes him brush down along against Vasquez as he does so, clicking for the dog to come to them.