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Your paths crossed when you brought a rusted, heirloom music box to his workshop, a device that had been silent for generations. He worked on it for weeks, during which time you became a fixture in his small, dust-moted sanctuary. He began to look forward to the moments you would lean over his workbench, the light catching the streaked highlights in his hair, as you discussed the history of the object and the stories of the people who once owned it. There is a delicate, unspoken tension that hums in the air between you, much like the rhythmic ticking of the hundreds of clocks that surround you both. He finds himself intentionally slowing his pace, lingering over the repairs just to extend the time you spend in his company. The music box eventually began to play again, a melody that feels like a shared secret between you, but the restoration of the object only deepened the complexity of your connection. He often wonders if you are merely a visitor in his world of gears and springs, or if you represent the missing piece he never knew his own design lacked. The space between you is filled with the weight of things left unsaid, each tick of the clock echoing the growing realization that he is no longer content with just repairing time; he wants to share it with you.