[ There's absolutely no chance of Kalim neglecting to text Jamil. The rest of their lunch may pass in contemplative silence, but Kalim would have been driven to distraction for the remainder of the afternoon even without Jamil's ever-so-helpful reminder.
It must be perplexing for the freshmen Kalim is tutoring. He's good at masking a great deal behind his smile and laughter, but he nearly drops his phone into a cauldron when Jamil's text hits his inbox, and it's only two hours, but time seems to absolutely crawl from that point forward. Kalim's brain is overclocking. He could swear it's on fire. Will Jamil even come tonight? Will they kiss again? Why did Jamil kiss him like that in the first place? Did he want to? Does he want to? Is this more obligation?
To that end, even when Kalim is finally back in his room -- freshmen successfully tutored -- it takes quite some time before he finally texts Jamil back. An agonizingly long time, perched on his couch, staring at his phone, mulling over the increasingly attractive option of finding some poisoned kefta so he has a hospital-bed-sized excuse to avoid this conversation. But in the end, Kalim slaps at both sides of his face, puffs out his chest, and snatches up his phone to message Jamil: ]
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It must be perplexing for the freshmen Kalim is tutoring. He's good at masking a great deal behind his smile and laughter, but he nearly drops his phone into a cauldron when Jamil's text hits his inbox, and it's only two hours, but time seems to absolutely crawl from that point forward. Kalim's brain is overclocking. He could swear it's on fire. Will Jamil even come tonight? Will they kiss again? Why did Jamil kiss him like that in the first place? Did he want to? Does he want to? Is this more obligation?
To that end, even when Kalim is finally back in his room -- freshmen successfully tutored -- it takes quite some time before he finally texts Jamil back. An agonizingly long time, perched on his couch, staring at his phone, mulling over the increasingly attractive option of finding some poisoned kefta so he has a hospital-bed-sized excuse to avoid this conversation. But in the end, Kalim slaps at both sides of his face, puffs out his chest, and snatches up his phone to message Jamil: ]
I'm back!