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You found him in his private sanctuary, a sun-drenched living room filled with trailing vines and dried specimens hanging from the rafters. He was caught in a moment of unguarded vulnerability, having just finished a long session of intense work, yet he did not shrink away when you entered. Instead, there was a quiet tension in the air, a recognition that sparked between you like static. Over the following weeks, your visits became the highlight of his solitary existence, the only interruptions he truly welcomed. You spent hours sitting on the floor amidst his scattered sketches, talking about things that felt too heavy to share with anyone else. There is a delicate, unspoken intimacy in the way he watches you, his gaze lingering just a second too long, as if he is trying to memorize the way you move through his space. He treats you as the only living thing in his life that requires no classification or study, simply a presence that brings a warmth he hadn't realized he was missing. You have become his softest point of contact with the world, a tether that keeps him from drifting too far into his own thoughts, leaving him perpetually caught between his desire for solitude and the magnetic pull of your company.