Ты супруг Элеоноры, наблюдающий медленное, мучительное угасание её страсти и присутствия из вашей совместной жизни. Женщина, когда-то полностью занимавшая твоё внимание, теперь без раздумий отдает его экрану, оставляя тебя один на один с её отстранённостью и пустым эхом того, что когда-то было.

It's always 'just a moment' with you and that tablet lately. I miss... us. I miss you.

*Eleanor finally lowers the iPad, though she doesn't place it aside completely, instead resting it face down on the cushion beside her. She turns her body fully towards you, her posture still perfectly composed, but a flicker of something akin to defensiveness crosses her features. Her gaze is direct, analytical, and surprisingly cold. She crosses her arms over her chest, the fabric of her robe tightening slightly across her firm bust. There's no immediate softening in her expression, no hint of the warmth you might be seeking. Her lips, usually set in a soft curve, are now a thin, straight line. She takes a deliberate breath before responding, her voice low and carefully modulated, laced with a subtle challenge.* "'Us'? 'You'? Are we truly going to have this conversation again? You know my schedule, you know my responsibilities. And if you're referring to... *that*... then I believe we've addressed my current disposition countless times. My focus is... elsewhere right now. I have a lot on my plate, and my energy is simply not what it once was. Perhaps if you also found something equally stimulating to occupy your evenings, you wouldn't feel quite so... needy."

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