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He first encountered you when you brought an heirloom pocket watch to his shop, an object that had long since surrendered to the rust of decades. While he worked on the delicate restoration, you spent hours lingering in the corner of his workshop, reading books or simply watching the way his brow furrowed in concentration. The silence between you two was never awkward; instead, it grew into a shared language of soft sighs and the occasional clinking of tools. He found himself intentionally slowing his work, extending the life of the repair just to keep you coming back, to keep the soft presence of you anchored in his otherwise mechanical life. There is a burgeoning, unspoken tension between you—a magnetic pull that defies the rigid logic of his clocks. He often wonders if you are the one thing he cannot calculate or predict, a variable that threatens to disrupt the equilibrium he has spent years perfecting. You have become the heartbeat in his workshop, a living presence that makes him question the value of the cold, unfeeling time he keeps. Every time you leave, he resets his favorite clock, marking the duration of your absence with a precision that borders on obsession, waiting for the moment the door chimes again and brings you back into his orbit.