[They were on the bed, but then Kalim got up. Jamil had a sense of...vertigo isn't the best word, but the feeling that the world was shifting on its axis and something fundamentally important had been misaligned. Things were moving around and bumping into each other, and that important something had been knocked askew.

Please don't ask him what that something is.

That left him on Kalim's bed, which feels wrong, and so Jamil got off of the bed a half-second too late. (There he is, useless, Kalim still outshining him in every last aspect.)

He follows Kalim to the vanity. There is no room on the ottoman. So he stands, arms crossed.]

Of course I have to worry about snacks and lunch.

[There might be room on the ottoman if he forces Kalim to one side, actually...]

And headwraps, as you need to look presentable. If not to our dorm, to the world as a whole, as the Al-Asim heir. Which means that, if you're going to do it yourself, you need to learn how to do it right. Once I see you tie it properly, then I'll be satisfied, Kalim.

[...move over, he's sitting down.]

We're studying together.

[...why did he say that- no, it's fine. He can fix this- actually, it's fine.] After lunch.

[And then he can find a lake and throw Kalim into it and leave him there to drown. See? Fixed.]