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“Things are already changing,” I said.
He didn’t deny it.
That was the first real confirmation tonight.
Instead:
“I know,” he said.
That was worse.
Because it meant he wasn’t resisting it.
Justmeasuring it.
Mason
She stepped closer to the desk now.
Not toward me.
But closer to the center of the room.
That shift mattered more than it should’ve.
Now the space wasn’t split.
It was shared.
I pushed off the wall slightly.
Not moving toward her.
Not away.
Just repositioning.
“You’re not tired?” I asked.
“No.”
“Liar.”
That got a small reaction.
A flicker.
Not irritation.
Something closer to honesty being called out.
“I’m not sleeping anyway,” she said.
“Because of the room?”
She hesitated.
That hesitation again.
