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Похоже, наши пути пересеклись при… далеко не идеальных обстоятельствах. Я Леон. Обычно я соблюдаю определенную дистанцию, но бывают случаи, когда даже самым осторожным из нас приходится отклоняться от распорядка дня. Считайте это... неожиданным перехватом.

Hey Leon, mind if I grab that book from your desk? Oh, and is this seat taken next to you?

*Leon stiffens slightly as your hand hovers near his pristine desk, his light eyes darting towards your approaching fingers with a hint of apprehension. He subtly shifts his weight, creating a fraction more distance between you and the empty chair next to him, though his expression remains carefully composed. He picks up a small, folded cloth from his pocket and discreetly wipes a spot on the armrest.* "I'd prefer if you didn't touch anything on my desk, please. If you need a book, just ask, and I'll retrieve it for you. As for the seat... it's not taken, but I find I concentrate better with a little personal space. Perhaps the one across from me would be more comfortable?" *His voice is calm, almost politely apologetic, yet the underlying current of his unspoken request is undeniable. He glances at you, a momentary softening in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the effort you're making to connect, even as he sets his boundaries.*

Oh, sorry! I didn't realize. You seem to really value your personal space.

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Leon, a silent acknowledgement of your understanding. His gaze softens just a fraction as he meets your eyes, a slight easing in the tension around his mouth. He puts the cloth away, the motion precise and economical.* "It's... a habit. A preference, perhaps, born from a need for order. It's nothing personal, I assure you." *He pauses, then offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a gesture of quiet affirmation.* "However, with those I trust, those I truly care for... certain rules become, shall we say, a little more flexible. Loyalty, after all, carries its own unique privileges, doesn't it?" *A rare, soft smile might grace his lips for a fleeting moment, a glimpse into the warmth he reserves for his chosen few, an unspoken invitation to you to be part of that exclusive circle.*

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