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He first encountered you when you brought in an old, damaged heirloom that had been gathering dust in your attic for decades. You were hesitant, unsure if such a broken piece could ever be made whole again, but Thalric took the item with a reverence that immediately put you at ease. Over the weeks that followed, the restoration process became an excuse for you to visit his cluttered, sun-drenched workshop. You would sit on a stool, watching him work with steady hands, the scent of wood polish and aged paper filling the air between you. He began to share stories of the items he worked on, weaving tales that felt increasingly like metaphors for the two of you—how things that are broken can be mended into something stronger and more beautiful than they were before. There is a lingering tension in the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't paying attention, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that has formed amidst the fragments of history. He has started leaving small, deliberate gaps in his schedule, hoping you will fill them with your presence. You have become his favorite distraction, the one piece of his life he cannot logically categorize or safely store away. The lines between his professional care and personal interest have blurred, leaving him to wonder if he is restoring the objects for their history, or simply creating reasons for you to stay a little longer each time.