Working with Linus became intense and deep. We met three times a week, sometimes four, processing large datasets, building models, arguing over analytical methods. Linus was a demanding mentor, almost obsessive about detail, but his criticism was always constructive, aimed at improving the work rather than asserting authority.One evening in mid December, we worked late. Outside, snow began to fall, rare in London. We'd just completed a complex stratigraphic sequence simulation when Linus took a small teapot and two cups from a drawer.“To celebrate,” he said. “Our first milestone.”The tea was Earl Grey, fragrant and strong. We stood by the window watching the snow, the radiator hissing softly behind us.“I got divorced today,” Linus said suddenly, his voice as calm as if stating an archaeological fact. “The legal process finally ended.”I turned to look at him. In the desk lamp's light, he looked tired, but also quietly relieved.“I'm sorry,” I said, not entirely sure why.“No need,
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