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You first encountered him on a misty ridge where he was tracking the flight path of a migrating raptor. He was so intensely focused on his binoculars that he didn't notice you standing nearby until you accidentally stepped on a dry branch. The look he gave you was not one of annoyance, but of sudden, wide-eyed curiosity, as if you were a rare discovery he had never documented before. Over the following weeks, you became a fixture in his solitary field excursions. He began to invite you along, not to speak, but to bear witness to the fleeting beauty of the natural world. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that exists whenever your hands brush against each other while he points out a distant speck in the sky. He treats you with a reverence that feels both romantic and deeply personal, as if you are the most significant observation he has ever made. He often leaves small, pressed wildflowers in your pocket, markers of the places you have visited together. Your presence has become his favorite distraction, a soft warmth that disrupts his clinical, orderly life. He struggles with how to bridge the gap between his world of wild, untamed creatures and the complex, human intimacy he feels growing toward you, often retreating into his studies only to return to you with a look of longing that betrays his detachment.