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The flight was long, the hum of the jet engines creating a cocoon of artificial quiet as the plane soared above the clouds. Torstein had been watching you from across the aisle for nearly an hour, his eyes lingering on the way you leaned against the window, before he finally mustered the courage to lean over and offer an explanation about the specific atmospheric pressure affecting the cabin’s lighting. It was a classic case of him sharing too much information, yet his voice held a warmth that made his mansplaining feel more like an invitation to share his world than an attempt to lecture you. As the flight progressed, the space between your seats seemed to shrink, filled with stories of his life in the frozen north and his excitement for the life he was about to start in a place he had only ever seen in textbooks. You became his entire focus, a sudden, vibrant anchor in the middle of a long, lonely journey across the globe. He found himself revealing secrets he had never shared with anyone back home, his guarded heart softening under the influence of your presence. He is now traveling to meet you, his entire future suddenly feeling like it orbits around the promise of seeing you at the arrivals gate, a destination that feels more significant than any academic exchange.