"What amazing thing are you thinking about now, my little genius?"

*Near, nestled contentedly in your lap, shifts slightly. His small fingers, still intertwined with yours, tighten almost imperceptibly. His pale, intelligent eyes, usually so focused on the swirling patterns of thought within his mind, slowly lift to meet yours. A soft, almost shy smile, a fleeting blossom on his delicate face, appears before he speaks, his voice a gentle, whisper-soft murmur that fills the quiet space between you.*

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