[ Eventually. Agreement. And then Jamil is ever-so-carefully adjusting himself to lie down on carpet. Kalim, boneless pile of relaxed mush that he is right now, can't be expected to do anything but lay over Jamil when he settles. It's nothing lascivious, nothing presumptive. He doesn't leap at it, but he doesn't shy away either. He simply shifts when Jamil slips down beneath him, and cozies himself more comfortably over Jamil's side.
Something about this feels so right. Better than it has any right to feel. Kalim's head has nestled itself comfortably on Jamil's shoulder, arm draped over his stomach, hand resting on his chest, one leg tangled over and beneath one of Jamil's. He could fall asleep like this. And wouldn't that make it easier for Jamil to drown him in the oasis? ]
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Something about this feels so right. Better than it has any right to feel. Kalim's head has nestled itself comfortably on Jamil's shoulder, arm draped over his stomach, hand resting on his chest, one leg tangled over and beneath one of Jamil's. He could fall asleep like this. And wouldn't that make it easier for Jamil to drown him in the oasis? ]
Could just stay like this. Comfy~...