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Medium close-up of the man sitting on the porch steps, his body turned left toward the woman. Her shoulder is barely visible on the left edge. Late afternoon overcast, coastal. Seconds 1-2: he is silent, looking at her face on the left. His eyes hold on her. He blinks slowly. His jaw tenses once. Wind pushes the strand of hair across his forehead. He swallows. He heard what she said — that she is afraid she will like it here, afraid she will like him — and the weight of it sits on his face. His fingers on his knee press slightly. Seconds 3-5: he looks down at his hands on his knees. A breath in. Then he looks back up at her on the left and begins speaking. His voice is rough, honest, clumsy — a man who builds things trying to build a sentence. He starts and stops himself. Shakes his head once, frustrated with his own words. His eyes drop again then come back to her. Seconds 6-8: he tries again, quieter this time, steadier. He means it. The words come out simple and real. He finishes and holds her gaze. His mouth closes. His eyes stay on her on the left. The wind moves his hair. The amber light shifts on his jaw. On the left edge of frame her shoulder shifts — she reacted. He notices. Something softens in his eyes. Hold. THE MAN says, turned toward the woman on the left, rough and halting: "I'm not gonna pretend I don't—" Stops. Looks down at his hands. Shakes head. Looks back up at her. Quieter: "Look. I don't know what you're running from. I don't need to." Pause, steady: "But I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere." AUDIO: his voice close, rough, low, outdoor natural sound. Wind constant and soft. His breathing between false starts. The porch step creaking as she shifts on the left. Waves below, distant. A halyard clinking in the boatyard. No music. Diegetic only.