It's a little smoother this time, having already done it at least once. There are names Esteban has practiced every day, but Romeo hadn't been among them at first, seeing as they'd only glanced by one another on his first day. He'd lost sight of the child for a few weeks after, and he's glad to have found him again. So to speak. This time, he's determined to learn it, and learn it quickly, and he mentally adds the spelling to his exercises.

{R-o-m-e-o, good-friend, why? learn-new--} he pauses at this, tripping in his attempt when he can't find the word he's looking for. Rhetorical questions still seem to be hard for him to manage. {G-i-n-a, friend-you.}

Urgh, this was his worse attempt yet. He gives up on saying it in signs, seeing as he's barely coherent with it, and he does want to make sure Romeo knows-- well, that he has a good heart.

"Learnin' a new skill for a friend's really cool~" he cheers, and, unsure, uncertain if he's allowed-- has he even done this before?-- he reaches to pat him gently on the head.