Wolfgang does smile, then, actually smiles, without looking like it hurts or like he's trying too hard or like he feels obligated. Feels secretive.

Or like being the select few members of a secret club, sort of. He's only met a couple of people who speak fluent Arabic in Baedal and of them there are only one or two he likes enough to chat with now and then, and communicating with them has been... interesting, yes, but also like exhaling a breath he hadn't known he'd been taking, speaking a language that feels like his instead of trying to fit into everyone else's. He imagines that's sort of the same idea, here. Baedal as a whole does not cater much to people with physical disabilities.