Mina taught Rafian a vocabulary for the small tragedies he’d always felt but never named: burnout, the slow erosion of hope; resilience, the act of continuing anyway. Rafian taught Mina to see the way light simplified problems, how perspective could make burdens smaller if you drew them far enough away. They exchanged recipes and secondhand books, mended jackets and shared playlists. The friendship that grew did not demand dramatic bursts; instead, it settled into the steady rhythms of two lives intersecting at an unusual place.