ELEANOR Eleanor shook her head gently. "You don’t need to give me that. I have enough of it, more than I ever wanted. But you… you give me something no one else has. You see me. You make me feel real." He swallowed, his throat tight. "You make me feel like I could be more. Like I could belong in your world." She laughed softly, a sound that melted between them. "You already belong. Not in that world, but in mine. And mine is wherever you are." For a moment, silence settled, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was full of meaning, full of the things they hadn’t said but both felt. When their food arrived, simple dishes of grilled fish and roasted vegetables, they ate slowly, savouring the moment, lingering over stories and laughter. Eleanor marvelled at how easy it felt, how light. There

