[ It's not much. Barely a hint of vulnerability before it disappears again in typical Jamil fashion. But these tiny glimpses come with an abundance of hope, like tattered threads being woven back together and stitched with golden string. Gently, carefully. Maybe they're not beyond repair, and maybe -- little by little -- Kalim can build something with Jamil that will endure rather than stagnate.
That's a bar set several rungs too high, but optimism lends a certain naivete to Kalim's expectations. Case in point, Jamil invites him to the kitchen. As if that's a thing he does all the time, as if he doesn't actively keep Kalim away from the kitchen by any means necessary. So of course he leaps at the opportunity (almost literally); he's smile's all sunshine, and he practically chirps: ]
Okay! I promise!
[ While he's flouncing off the ottoman and directly into his slippers, snatching up his sweater on their way to the door. ]
we make our own rules we are the masters of our own destiny
That's a bar set several rungs too high, but optimism lends a certain naivete to Kalim's expectations. Case in point, Jamil invites him to the kitchen. As if that's a thing he does all the time, as if he doesn't actively keep Kalim away from the kitchen by any means necessary. So of course he leaps at the opportunity (almost literally); he's smile's all sunshine, and he practically chirps: ]
Okay! I promise!
[ While he's flouncing off the ottoman and directly into his slippers, snatching up his sweater on their way to the door. ]