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[ A lot, Jamil says. We probably need to discuss the menagerie a lot. Has Kalim's face ever been this red? Has it ever felt this hot? He's staring at the floor at if he could bore a hole through the tile, gripping his coconut harder than is -- strictly speaking -- necessary, and he's almost positive there's steam coming out of his ears.

He's coming apart, going to pieces. He's melting. This is impossible. This is insane. This means-- This means that Jamil wants to kiss him. Jamil wants to kiss him a lot. Jamil wants him. Jamil doesn't hate him? ]

I-- [ Kalim's voice is trembling. ] Yeah. Please... Um. Could you come to my room after my tutoring? I'd like to. Discuss it a lot, I mean.

[ And truly, Kalim is this close to canceling the tutoring. But he shouldn't shirk his responsibilities just because his wildest dreams are coming true. Right? ]