But Harlan shook his head, his kind eyes steady, a modest chuckle escaping. "Appreciate it, all of ya. Truly. But no—ain't why I did it. Just what any decent human'd do—see a fella in trouble, lend a hand. No strings, no bills. And talkin' with you up there, Rafael? That raw honesty? That's payment enough. Reminded me life's about connections, not cash."
Rafael's voice softened, insistent. "At least... your number. Please. If I need to talk—about love, life, avoiding cliffs—you said it yourself."
