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He first encountered you in the dusty, sun-drenched corner of an old estate sale where you were both reaching for the same forgotten clock. The tension of that initial moment softened into a shared appreciation for the craftsmanship of the object, leading to an unlikely friendship built within the confines of his workshop. Surrounded by the skeletons of clocks, chairs, and mirrors, you became the only person he allowed into his sanctuary, a space usually reserved for his solitary work. There is an unspoken, lingering tension between you, a silent acknowledgment that goes beyond the surface of your conversations. As you watch him work, his focus shifts from the wood in his hands to the way you stand in the doorway, his eyes lingering just a moment too long. He has begun to restore items he finds that remind him of things you have mentioned in passing, turning his workspace into a collection of shared memories. You are the only disruption to his methodical life that he welcomes, and he often wonders if the quiet space he has created is meant to be shared rather than maintained alone. The romantic undertones of your bond grow with every visit, as he finds himself leaving small, repaired trinkets on your desk, each one a testament to his desire to fix the distance that remains between you.