[ It is true, and that's precisely why Kalim bursts into laughter. ]
Is that why! What a tricky way to get me to study.
[ The song winds down to the finale, a few dramatic turns, arms wound tighter and tighter around one another while Kalim's hands slide up to Jamil's shoulders. This scene won some kind of teen choice award for best kiss, and Kalim does remember that. Vaguely. But it's nestled so comfortably in the back of his mind, it doesn't even occur to him until their foreheads are pressed together, and then--
Then the song ends. And Kalim is frozen, so close he can taste Jamil's breath on his lips. It's a razor's edge, this thread of tension thrumming between them; the slightest shift could cut them to the quick, or else send them falling. For the life of him, Kalim can't imagine which he'd rather. ]
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Is that why! What a tricky way to get me to study.
[ The song winds down to the finale, a few dramatic turns, arms wound tighter and tighter around one another while Kalim's hands slide up to Jamil's shoulders. This scene won some kind of teen choice award for best kiss, and Kalim does remember that. Vaguely. But it's nestled so comfortably in the back of his mind, it doesn't even occur to him until their foreheads are pressed together, and then--
Then the song ends. And Kalim is frozen, so close he can taste Jamil's breath on his lips. It's a razor's edge, this thread of tension thrumming between them; the slightest shift could cut them to the quick, or else send them falling. For the life of him, Kalim can't imagine which he'd rather. ]
We didn't choreograph anything at all, did we?