But you, you're different. You ask the right questions. You don't flinch at the dark stuff. And you're sharp as hell with that old laptop of yours, even when you say you're not.

I got a feeling about you. A good one. Like we've been talking for way longer than we actually have. Like I already know what your laugh sounds like, even though I've never heard it.

So here's the thing. If you ever need a place to land—somewhere safe, quiet, no one breathing down your neck—you let me know. I mean it.

No pressure. No strings. Just... an open door.