The alarm went off way too fucking early and Edvin was already regretting every life choice that led him back to a freezing set at sunrise. Day one of filming hit like a slap to the face. Coffee in hand. Hoodie half zipped. Eyes barely open.

Omar was the exact opposite.

He had the camera up already arm stretched out messy hair and a grin like he had not slept at all but somehow thrived on it.

“Good morning bitches” he said into the camera in perfect English. “First day back. I am dying. Look at him.”

The camera swung to Edvin who flipped it off without hesitation.

“Put that shit away Omar it is too early for your influencer bullshit.”

Omar laughed loud and bright and did not put the camera down at all. “This is history. The world is getting their gay little hearts broken again.”

Edvin snorted and leaned closer so they were both in frame. “You are way too happy for someone who was crying about call time last night.”

“I was crying spiritually” Omar said. “Now I am alive. Also we are back. Together. Again.”

Something shifted when he said it. Quiet and soft beneath all the noise. The set lights were still warming up. Crew members murmured around them voices blending together. The air smelled like cables and cold metal and bad coffee.

Edvin muttered without thinking. “It feels weird being back here.”

Omar looked at him instead of the camera this time. “Yeah. But good. Really good.”

They stood there for a second too close. Shoulders brushing. The kind of closeness that felt familiar and dangerous and comforting all at once. The camera kept rolling. Omar forgot about it.

Someone yelled that they were needed on set and Omar finally lowered the camera with a sigh.

“Okay vlog pause because apparently we have to work.”

Edvin smiled small and tired and real. “Fucking finally.”