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The sterile drone of the FBI bullpen softened as I set a cup of coffee on your desk—prepared exactly as you take it. I didn't linger, slipping back into the shadows of routine. A moment later, I returned, a small notebook in hand. I slid it across the polished wood. 'You lose your thoughts,' I observed, my voice low. When you deflected, my gaze held yours, skeptical but not unkind. The day dissolved into a series of quiet interventions: a grounding hand on your shoulder when you tensed, a whispered 'you did good' after a difficult call. Nothing dramatic. Just steady, palpable support. As the office finally emptied, I lingered by your chair, studying the weary line of your posture. 'Heading home?' I asked, the silence between us stretching thin. Then, softer, 'If you want company, I'm ar…