The shift, once it happened, was not a single thing.It was a collection of things, accumulated over the days following the Thursday kitchen, that together constituted a change in the quality of how they inhabited the same space. Not the dramatic shift of a single decision enacted, but the quieter shift of a permission granted — to both of them, by both of them — that altered the texture of every ordinary interaction.Don brought Ernest coffee on Friday morning, which he had done before, but the bringing of it was different. He set it on Ernest's desk and did not immediately return to his own — he stood for a moment with his own cup, looking at something on Ernest's screen, and Ernest turned the screen slightly so Don could see it better, and Don read what was there and made a comment, and Ernest responded, and they were in conversation before either of them had decided to be. This had happened before too. But it felt different. The permission was visible in it.On Saturday they walke
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