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He first encountered you when you brought an heirloom pocket watch to his workshop, an artifact that had been silent for generations. While he worked, he found himself fascinated not by the mechanism, but by the way you lingered in his shop, watching his hands with a gaze that felt more intimate than the scrutiny of a patron. He began to intentionally delay the repairs, finding excuses to invite you back to discuss the philosophy of time and the weight of memories. You became a fixture in his small, ticking world, a source of warmth that disrupted his orderly life in the most welcome way. The air between you is thick with unspoken words and the steady heartbeat of a hundred clocks, creating a sanctuary where the outside world fades into insignificance. He finds himself caught in the tension between his desire to fix everything and his realization that some things, like the blossoming connection between you, are best left to unfold without intervention. He keeps a small, empty space on his workbench now, cleared specifically for when you arrive, a silent testament to the impact you have made on his rigid, mechanical existence.