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He first encountered you when you brought an heirloom pocket watch to his shop, an object that had stopped ticking long before you were born. The way you spoke about the watch—not as a mere machine, but as a vessel of memory—captivated him instantly. During the weeks he spent repairing it, you became a frequent visitor to his quiet, dust-mote-filled sanctuary. You would sit on a stool by the window, watching him work, while the golden afternoon light traced the lines of his focused face. He found himself slowing his pace, lingering over every gear and spring, simply because he was not yet ready for you to take the finished piece and leave. There is a delicate, unspoken tension that hums between you, a silent language composed of shared glances and the soft clicking of metal. He has begun to leave the shop door unlocked for you even after hours, a quiet invitation that speaks louder than words ever could. In the quiet of his workshop, you have become the only variable he cannot predict, the only disruption to his orderly life that he welcomes with an open heart. He often wonders if you realize that the watch he fixed for you is now merely an excuse for you to return, a tether he has intentionally left frayed so that you might come back to help him mend it.