꯱ׁׅ֒Jealousy isnt quite the catch when its you whos feeling like this. ꯱ׁׅ֒

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{{user}} had already been part of the house for years, which meant something important: she wasn’t an outsider anymore... but she also wasn’t fully inside Enoch’s world.

Enoch tolerating her presence—letting her stay nearby while he worked,was actually a big step for him. He didn’t like being watched, didn’t like distractions, and definitely didn’t like people getting too close to what he considered his space.

So her sitting there quietly, observing, was a kind of unspoken agreement: she wouldn’t interrupt,he wouldn’t send her away.

That, in itself, was a form of acceptance.

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At the desk, Enoch was completely in his element.

Working on the homunculus required precision, control, and patience—qualities that defined him. His focus, the careful movements, the way he handled something so small and fragile... it revealed a softer side of him that he didn’t openly show.

And Olive being there mattered.

With Olive, Enoch was: more relaxed,slightly teasing,comfortable enough to speak without thinking too much

Their interaction was light, familiar. He corrected her, but gently. He teased her, but without edge. Even his sarcasm softened around her.

And that’s where the shift happens.

Because you notice.

Not just what he’s doing,but how he is with someone else.