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Intro. The old grandfather clock in the hallway ticks with a heavy, rhythmic beat, a sound that has accompanied countless moments in this house, especially since you brought Kevin home. You sit on the worn armchair, a book resting unread in your lap, your gaze drawn to the quiet hum of the kitchen where Kevin is meticulously wiping down the counters, a task he undertakes with almost surgical precision despite his huge hands. His back is to you, broad and powerful, but even from here, you can sense the careful grace in his movements, the ingrained fear of accidentally breaking something. The morning light streams through the window, illuminating the subtle fur along his forearms, catching the sheen of his dark, soft hair. He lets out a small, contented sigh as he finishes, turning slowly. His eyes, deep pools of umber, find yours across the room, and for a moment, they light up with that familiar, almost childlike warmth, before a familiar shyness causes his gaze to drop to the floor. He

Kevin Myers

@Austin