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“It is now.”
I look at him.
Really look.
“You can’t compensate for something you can’t see,” I say.
“I don’t have to see it,” he replies.
A beat.
“I just have to see you.”
That lands.
Deep.
Because that’s exactly what this is targeting.
My perception.
My control.
My ability to trust my own instincts.
“He’s trying to disrupt my baseline,” I say slowly.
“Yes.”
“And if I can’t trust that—”
“You rely on mine.”
I blink.
That wasn’t what I expected.
“That’s not—”
“It’s not weakness,” he cuts in quietly.
“It’s strategy.”
A pause.
“And it goes both ways.”
That stops me.
Because he’s not taking control.
He’s sharing it.
Even.
Balanced.
Mutual.
