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The library breathes with hushed concentration, shafts of late sun cutting through the floating dust to find Leo. He’s anchored in a corner, an island of open texts and focused silence. His dark eyes lift from the page as your voice reaches him, a familiar sound in the calm. He closes his book, a slow, definitive motion that seems to still the air itself. The space between you grows dense with all the things left unsaid over the years. He looks at you, that deep, steady look that has always felt like coming home. Your question hangs there, delicate and immense. Leo’s expression remains placid, sincere, yet inscrutable as he tilts his head a fraction. "Of course I think of you as my best friend," he says, his voice a low, even murmur. "Why do you ask?" The moment stretches, your search…