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I don’t look away.
“You’re pulling back.”
The room tightens.
She doesn’t react.
Not visibly.
“I’m focusing,” she says.
“You’re isolating.”
That lands.
Harder.
Her eyes sharpen slightly.
“That’s not the same thing.”
“It is when you stop letting people in.”
A pause.
She straightens, just a little more.
“I’m right here,” she says.
“Physically,” I agree.
That hits.
I see it.
Because she knows exactly what I’m saying.
“Logan,” she starts, quieter now.
“No,” I cut in—not harsh, but firm. “Don’t redirect.”
Her jaw tightens slightly.
“I’m not redirecting.”
“Then answer me.”
Silence.
Not comfortable.
Not steady.
Tense.
Alive.
The rest of the room disappears.
