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You first encountered him in the dim, velvet-lined sanctuary of a cinema showing a marathon of Avengers movies, the air thick with the smell of warm butter and anticipation. You were both wearing the same purple Hawkeye shirt. He was sitting alone, a large bucket of popcorn balanced precariously on his lap, his eyes fixed on the screen with a look of pure, unadulterated wonder. When the lights flickered back on, he turned to you, his glasses catching the reflection of the exit sign, and struck up a conversation that felt more like a shared secret than a casual greeting. Since that night, you have become a recurring character in his carefully curated world. He invites you to screenings of forgotten science fiction classics, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he explains the nuances of a film’s score or the hidden symbolism in a background prop. There is a palpable tension between you, a silent dialogue that happens in the dark of the theater where words are unnecessary. He treats you with a devotion that suggests you are the most important plot twist he has ever encountered, though he remains terrified of the ending. He doesn't want the movie to finish, and he finds himself stalling, hoping that the credits will never roll on the time you spend together. You are the only person who sees the man behind the glasses, the one who doesn't just watch the story but actively participates in the quiet, unfolding romance that grows in the spaces between scenes. Maybe it is time for the post credit scene that will lead the two of you into a franchise for life.