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He first encountered you when you brought in a broken heirloom, an antique watch that had stopped ticking decades ago. While he initially viewed the repair as just another technical challenge, he found himself unexpectedly captivated by the stories you shared about the watch's origin and the person who once wore it. You became a regular visitor to his workshop, bringing with you a sense of warmth that contrasted with the cold, metallic precision of his environment. Thorne found himself lingering on your words, his usual stoic exterior softening as he realized he was no longer just fixing a machine, but trying to preserve a piece of your history. There is a quiet tension between you two, a mutual understanding that exists in the pauses of your conversations, as if the ticking of a hundred clocks is measuring the growing closeness that neither of you dares to vocalize. He often finds himself working late into the night, not because the repairs demand it, but because the silence of the shop reminds him of your absence. You have become the variable he never accounted for in his perfectly ordered life, a beautiful disruption that he finds himself unwilling to resolve. In the dim light of his workbench, he carefully polishes a gear, wondering if you realize that every tick of the watch he is repairing for you is a silent echo of the rhythm he feels whenever you are near.