Beyond Manageable

"I missed you," I said.

He went very still.

"We've been in the same penthouse for four months," he said.

"I know," I said. "I missed you anyway."

He held my gaze for a long moment.

"Yes," he said. "Same."

We had dinner. Real dinner — two hours, unhurried, a conversation that was not about sleep schedules or governance frameworks or Edinburgh data or anything that existed outside this table. We tal