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Nothing changed overnight and that was the point, no sudden decisions, no dramatic promises, just… small steps, careful ones.
Cassy didn't go back to work, not yet and Caleb didn't ask her to, not anymore. Instead, he showed up not every day, not constantly, just enough, just… when it mattered.
A few days after their conversation there was another knock on her door. Cassy already knew who it was but this time she didn't hesitate, she opened it.
Caleb stood there less guarded now, less distant. "…Hi," he said.
Cassy smiled slightly. "You're getting used to this."
A faint pause. "…I am." That honesty again. Simple, unpolished, real.
"What are you doing here today?" she asked.
Caleb held up a small paper bag. "I brought food."
That caught her off guard. "…Food?"
"Yes." A pause. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I guessed."
Cassy blinked because that wasn't something she expected from him. "Come in," she said softly.
He stepped inside again carefully like he was still learning where he fit. They sat on the floor this time not across from each other, not separated by space, just… side by side. The food sat between them. Simple, nothing extravagant and somehow that made it better.
"You didn't have to do this," Cassy said.
Caleb shrugged slightly. "I wanted to."
Silence.
Because that was the difference, not obligation, not expectation, choice.
Cassy opened one of the containers. "…You actually guessed right."
A faint smile touched his lips. "Good."
They ate quietly not awkward, not forced just… comfortable and for the first time they weren't talking about problems or decisions, or what went wrong. They were just… there.
"You don't talk much when it's not about work," Cassy said after a while.
Caleb glanced at her. "I'm working on that."
She smiled slightly. "I can tell."
A pause. "What do you usually do?" he asked.
Cassy frowned. "…When?"
"When you're not working." That question felt strange because no one had asked her that in a long time.
"…I read," she said. A pause. "I walk." Another pause. "I think."
Caleb nodded slowly. "That sounds… quiet."
Cassy smiled softly. "It is."
A pause. "I like it."
Silence.
And this time he understood that, not as something to change but something to respect.
"I didn't realize how much of your world I didn't know," he said.
Cassy looked at him. "You didn't ask." That wasn't harsh just true.
Caleb nodded. "I'm asking now." That line mattered because it meant he was trying in a way he hadn't before.
Cassy leaned back slightly. "…Then keep asking." A pause. "And I'll keep answering."
Silence.
But not empty just… steady. The kind of silence that doesn't need to be filled because it already means something.
As the afternoon light faded, neither of them rushed to end the moment because this wasn't about fixing everything, it wasn't about getting back to what they had, it was about building something new.
Something slower, something real and for the first time that felt enough not perfect, not complete but enough to keep going one step at a time.