[Staring off into the darkness, Jamil takes a picture of the kettle and sends it to Kalim, noting,]
It's taking forever to boil.
[Has it always been this long? He doesn't know. But Jamil prepares the tea, gets honey and clove, takes a deep breath, resists the urge to scream, is consumed by the sudden need to fill the sink with water, stick his head into the water, and scream. (The water muffles his noise, see?)
He does not scream. He also does not run off into the desert to avoid this. He steels himself, takes the tray with the tea, and two teacups, and heads over to Kalim's room. He stands outside and...hesitates, and then feels dumb and knocks on the door.
(He'd walk in, but Kalim mentioned changing, so.)]
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It's taking forever to boil.
[Has it always been this long? He doesn't know. But Jamil prepares the tea, gets honey and clove, takes a deep breath, resists the urge to scream, is consumed by the sudden need to fill the sink with water, stick his head into the water, and scream. (The water muffles his noise, see?)
He does not scream. He also does not run off into the desert to avoid this. He steels himself, takes the tray with the tea, and two teacups, and heads over to Kalim's room. He stands outside and...hesitates, and then feels dumb and knocks on the door.
(He'd walk in, but Kalim mentioned changing, so.)]
Kalim, it's me.