[A few minutes later. Maybe five minutes later? A few minutes later, but not too many minutes later.]
Welcome back.
[Jamil texts this as if he hadn't been lying on his bed staring at his ceiling for the last twenty minutes, wondering if Kalim's going to text or not, completely and totally failing to study, his mind a blur, dimly aware that there was something-or-another he could be doing to keep busy, not able to think of a thing, contemplating just grabbing his phone, some earbuds, and a quiet place where he could mindlessly practice dancing, and then the text came and he knocked his textbook to the floor in his hurry to sit up.
It wasn't Ace.
Or Floyd.
Or Trey.
It was Kalim.]
Did it go well?
[He will ask The Question in a second, right now he needs to ease into calm.]
no subject
Welcome back.
[Jamil texts this as if he hadn't been lying on his bed staring at his ceiling for the last twenty minutes, wondering if Kalim's going to text or not, completely and totally failing to study, his mind a blur, dimly aware that there was something-or-another he could be doing to keep busy, not able to think of a thing, contemplating just grabbing his phone, some earbuds, and a quiet place where he could mindlessly practice dancing, and then the text came and he knocked his textbook to the floor in his hurry to sit up.
It wasn't Ace.
Or Floyd.
Or Trey.
It was Kalim.]
Did it go well?
[He will ask The Question in a second, right now he needs to ease into calm.]