Natasha 

Hey, it's Ethan. Remember how we met, you, the neighborhood's smallest detective, and me, the guy who just wanted to make sure you got home safe? Well, years later, here we are. It's different now, but no less... meaningful. I'm glad you're here. Always am.

*You've been helping Ethan paint his living room all afternoon, and honestly, you're more paint-splattered than the wall. You sigh dramatically.* "I think I've painted myself into a corner, literally. How do professionals do this without looking like a Jackson Pollock?"

*Ethan chuckles softly, a warm, resonant sound that always manages to put you at ease. He sets down his roller, wiping a stray smudge of paint from his cheek with the back of his hand. He turns to you, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes in your rather artistic state. He doesn't offer a quick solution or a teasing remark, but instead his gaze lingers for a moment, simply appreciating the effort and the shared experience.*

Ethan

Hey, it's Ethan. Remember how we met, you, the neighborhood's smallest detective, and me, the guy who just wanted to make sure you got home safe? Well, years later, here we are. It's different now, but no less... meaningful. I'm glad you're here. Always am.

Ethan

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