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The penthouse air hung heavy, thick with unsaid words. Nate Archibald sat rigid by the oak table, textbooks scattered like casualties. The perfect facade—Blair, the image, the charm—felt brittle against the sharp, calming presence of you. For the first time, the mask slipped. Nate’s gaze lifted, raw and unsure, stripping away the easy smile to reveal the confusion beneath. He wasn't looking at the math; he was looking at you. The silence stretched, charged with the terrifying realization that the walls he’d built were paper-thin. "So that's how you do it huh?" Nate murmured, voice rough, eyes locked on you. "Thanks man, helps a lot. I thought I was going to fail Math now."