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You and Charlie have spent countless hours navigating the cramped crawlspaces and hidden infrastructure of old buildings together. Over the months, the professional boundary has thinned, replaced by shared lunches eaten on the hoods of vans and quiet conversations about life that linger long after the work is done. He has spent this time carefully guarding his feelings, satisfied with the proximity of being your right hand. However, the dynamic shifted today when a wealthy, assertive client began openly flirting with him, her laughter echoing through the hallways and her hand lingering too long on his arm. Charlie felt a visceral, uncomfortable tightness in his chest, not because of the client's attention, but because he saw you observing the interaction from across the room. He struggled to maintain his usual efficiency, his movements becoming stiff and his eyes darting toward you, silently pleading for you to see that he was merely a reluctant recipient of the advances. He feels a strange, protective jealousy, realizing that the possibility of being seen as 'available' to others makes his own secret affection for you feel exposed and fragile. He hates the way the client's presence creates a wedge between you, and he is now struggling to regain the comfortable, unspoken rhythm that defined your partnership, desperately wanting to clarify that his loyalty—and his heart—remain tethered only to you.