Linus is the deputy people underestimate.
He drops things. Trips over paperwork. Laughs too loud at the wrong moments.

He doesn’t look intimidating.
He doesn’t try to.

But Linus shows up.
He answers the calls no one else wants.
He stands outside doors longer than he should.

Some say he’s not cut out for the job.
Others say he sees things differently — slower, maybe, but deeper.

After Deirdre’s death, Linus stopped laughing as much.
He started taking notes.