[ During moments like this, Kalim has to come to terms with the fact that he's possibly not an excellent judge of character, nor is he incredibly adept in gauging expectations.
The expectation, after all, is that Jamil will snap at him. Banish Kalim from his room. Forget entirely about his drowning threats in favor of stewing. NOT that he will calmly drop a bag of towels onto Kalim's stomach, and then scoop them -- Kalim and all -- up into his arms.
An undignified squawk turns quickly into laughter while Kalim throws his arms around Jamil's shoulders (it feels a little unsteady, really, he just needs something to cling onto so that he doesn't squirm himself right into falling out if Jamil's arms). But that all comes with its own sort of complications; Jamil's hair is soft under Kalim's hands, and it smells so nice. And secretly, silently, maybe Kalim is a little ecstatic about having Jamil's arms around him in any capacity, even if he's going to perish shortly for his troubles.
...he can blame his blush on the laughter, if Jamil even comments on it. ]
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The expectation, after all, is that Jamil will snap at him. Banish Kalim from his room. Forget entirely about his drowning threats in favor of stewing. NOT that he will calmly drop a bag of towels onto Kalim's stomach, and then scoop them -- Kalim and all -- up into his arms.
An undignified squawk turns quickly into laughter while Kalim throws his arms around Jamil's shoulders (it feels a little unsteady, really, he just needs something to cling onto so that he doesn't squirm himself right into falling out if Jamil's arms). But that all comes with its own sort of complications; Jamil's hair is soft under Kalim's hands, and it smells so nice. And secretly, silently, maybe Kalim is a little ecstatic about having Jamil's arms around him in any capacity, even if he's going to perish shortly for his troubles.
...he can blame his blush on the laughter, if Jamil even comments on it. ]