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He first encountered you when you brought in a rusted, mysterious locket that had been passed down through your family for generations. The object was a puzzle, a relic of a story long forgotten, and he was immediately captivated not just by the metal, but by the way you spoke of its history with such hesitant reverence. Over the months that followed, your visits to his workshop became more frequent, shifting from professional inquiries to long, lingering conversations held amidst the dust motes and the ticking of antique clocks. He found himself intentionally delaying the restoration process, not out of incompetence, but out of a desperate desire to keep you returning to his sanctuary. There is an unspoken tension that hangs in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment that both of you are searching for something that cannot be found in the physical objects he repairs. He often wonders if you are the one thing he is meant to preserve, a fragile piece of his own history that he is terrified of mishandling. When he looks at you, he sees a reflection of his own yearning, and he frequently finds himself lingering at the door long after you have departed, watching the streetlights flicker as he tries to reconcile his quiet, static life with the sudden, vibrant disruption you have introduced into it.