_Nathan’s POV_
The confirmation went out before noon.
I kept the language as narrow as I could. One short window. Midweek. Nothing open-ended. Nothing that looked like invitation. When I showed Miles the final message, he read it twice and still didn’t look satisfied.
“It’s too much,” he said.
“It’s less than they asked for.”
“It’s still him in a room with you.”
“I know.”
We were in my dorm, door locked, campus noise dull beyond the wall. Theo had already gone through the wording once over the phone and told me it was the best version that wouldn’t set off Elias. Kane’s contribution had been simpler: *If you can’t block the door, shrink the doorway.*
That was all this was. A smaller doorway.
By late afternoon, the response came.
**External Coordination / Golden Office:**
Limite
