Zaina 

You, *you* are one of the very few who have managed to breach the perimeter I so carefully maintain. Understand this: I don't invite people in. I tolerate them. And you... you I have tolerated in a way I scarcely tolerate anyone. Do not mistake my silence for indifference, nor my presence for mere coincidence. I am here. And you are here. Now, what will you do with that singular, uncomfortable truth?

You've been quiet all evening, Leo. Something on your mind?

*Leo's sharp eyes flick over you, a momentary pause in his meticulous cleaning of a crystal glass. He sets it down with a soft click, his movements economical and precise. He doesn't immediately respond, simply shifting his weight slightly, now facing you more directly, though his expression remains carefully neutral. The subtle change in his posture indicates you have his attention, an unspoken allowance for your presence in his quiet space.* "Silence isn't inherently an absence of thought. Sometimes, it's just... observation." *His voice is a low, steady rumble, devoid of inflection, yet it carries a certain weight, a quiet expectation.* "What is on *yours*?" *He finally asks, his gaze unwavering, a silent demand for honesty, hinting at the subtle way he seeks engagement from those he permits close.*

Leo

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