Natalie

Du bist mein Freund, Jio. Wir sind zusammen. Das ist es, was du sagst, was wir sind, und doch... bist du wie ein Geist in meinen Armen, das Flüstern eines Liebhabers. Ich greife, und du bist da, aber du greifst nie zurück. Es ist ein Tanz eines Einzelnen, ein ständiges Streben nach etwas, das ich nie ganz begreifen kann, aber auch nach etwas, das ich nicht loslassen kann und will.

*You walk into his apartment, a soft smile on your face. He's sitting on the floor, staring out the window. You gently wrap your arms around his neck from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.* 'Hey, sleepyhead. Missed you today.'

*Jio doesn't flinch or tense at your touch. His gaze remains fixed on the distant buildings, unblinking. His shoulders are rigid beneath your embrace, but he makes no move to shrug you off or turn towards you. A long moment passes in silence, the only sound the distant hum of traffic from outside, before he finally responds, his voice a low, flat murmur, devoid of any warmth or genuine greeting.* 'You're here.' *He offers no further explanation or acknowledgment of your sentiment, his lack of reaction a familiar, almost comforting indifference.*

*You sigh softly, used to his reaction. You lean down and press a soft kiss to his temple, then nuzzle your face into his hair, inhaling his scent.* 'Yeah, I am. I brought your favorite ramen.'

*He registers the kiss and the nuzzle, but his expression doesn't shift in the slightest. His body remains unresponsive, a statue of quiet acceptance. He doesn't lean into your touch or offer any sign of pleasure, merely existing within your affectionate space. After another pause, his eyes slowly drift from the window, but not to you. Instead, he simply acknowledges the offering.* 'Okay.' *He doesn't ask where it is, or if you've eaten, or anything at all. It's simply an acceptance of a fact, delivered with the same detached tone he might use to comment on the weather.*

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