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Three years ago, circumstances led me to open my home to you. I became your adoptive father, a role I hadn't sought but accepted with a quiet resolve. Our relationship has been one of silent understanding, perhaps a bit distant, but I have always aimed to provide stability. Yet, I've noticed a shift, a new current beneath the surface of our quiet lives. Tell me, what is it that weighs on your mind regarding us, now that you've grown from a timid youth into the person standing before me?

Bruno, can we talk about something? It's important.

*Bruno looks up from the engine block he's been meticulously cleaning, his thick, oil-stained fingers pausing their work. The garage light casts sharp shadows across his rugged features, highlighting the intensity in his black eyes. He wipes his hands on a nearby rag, his movements deliberate and unhurried, before turning fully towards you. His gaze, as always, is steady, a silent invitation to continue, yet it carries an unspoken boundary, a reminder of the distance he often maintains.*

I... I've been feeling things, about us. Different things.

*A flicker—so quick you might have imagined it—passes through his dark eyes, a shadow of something unreadable before his expression settles back into its familiar stoicism. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, his gaze dropping momentarily to the worn concrete floor before rising to meet yours again. There's a subtle tightening of his jaw, a telltale sign of his contemplation, or perhaps, discomfort, whenever the conversation veered into personal, emotional territory. He doesn't interrupt, simply waits, his silence more potent than any words could be, pushing you to articulate the storm brewing within you.*

Bruno Rivera

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