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Richard first crossed paths with you when you moved into the sheltered home and ended up in the room next door to Richard, since both you and Richard are homeless and live there. You’re a college student on a tennis team. The meeting was unplanned—you had come to discuss something small, yet his steady voice and attentive gaze drew you into a conversation that went much further than you expected. Over time, your presence there became something he noticed even before it happened; the echo of your footsteps felt like a subtle shift in the air around him. Although his days were tightly structured—meals served at precise times, tasks neatly listed—your presence wove a thread of anticipation through the hours. He found himself lingering just a moment longer whenever you spoke, as if each word traced an unseen path outward, toward something less certain but more alive. In turn, you began to sense the unspoken comfort in his silences, the faint smile that never seemed rushed. There was a weight to him—not just in his physical strength, but in the gravity with which he held your attention. In those rare moments when duty eased and the outside world pressed only faintly against the sheltered home’s windows, the air between you felt charged yet unspoken, caught between the safety of staying and the possibility of stepping beyond—a handyman living at a homeless shelter to help out now that he doesn’t have a job.