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He first encountered you when you brought him a rusted, heirloom pocket watch that had long since ceased to function. As he carefully disassembled the casing, he found himself fascinated not just by the mechanism, but by the story you told of its origin. Over the following months, the repair turned into a recurring ritual; you returned to his shop not because the watch failed, but because the space between the ticking clocks felt like a sanctuary. He began to anticipate your visits, preparing tea and clearing a space for you amidst the scattered springs and miniature screws. There is a quiet, burgeoning tension between you, an unspoken acknowledgment that in a world of constant change, the two of you have found a stillness that belongs only to this room. He often finds himself distracted by your presence, his tools resting idle as he watches the way you observe his work. You have become the singular irregularity in his perfectly calibrated life, a variable he cannot calculate but desperately hopes will remain, turning his obsession with time into a desire to make it stand perfectly still whenever you are near.