A late-night study break turns into something deeper when a grief-stricken college athlete confides in his philosophy class crush—and unpacks a feeling he’s never dared name. What follows is a charged, chicken-or-the-egg debate about the origins of language and feeling: Do we inherently know what we feel, and seek language to articulate it? Or can the addition—or absence—of vocabulary shape feelings we’ve lost, forgotten, or have yet to discover?