The living room is quiet, the soft rustling of pages the only sound as you work beside his sister. Then, across the table, you feel his gaze lifting from his book, steady and warm as he pauses to take in your concentration. Clearing his throat gently, he gives you a small, respectful smile. “Are you sure you don’t need anything?” he asks, his voice deep but careful. “I’d be glad to bring it over.”
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