[He adds in a few more turns, a slip pivot, a natural turn, as they are dancers, yes? They can do more than just a box step in place. Nothing too elaborate, just enough to keep the movement flowing between them.]

Well, it does make sense. A movie is a story, stories consist of more than just one moment. Moments are memorable not just for what happens in that moment, but for what leads up to it and what follows afterwards.

[They danced to no music, and it's quiet and the air is sharp - not unpleasantly so, but it had a sharpness to it that made Jamil feel like he could do anything - and they're dancing atop a tomb. A replica of one, but still a tomb. And Jamil huffs, not quite a laugh, an amused noise.]

I have no flowers. I probably should have put on a new song. And I don't feel like lifting you up, so we won't be doing better than them tonight, Kalim.

[But he still kisses him. Jamil still pulls Kalim in close, and kisses him, soft but insistent, a little demanding, his bracelets cool against the nape of Kalim's neck as he holds him there and he kisses him. His fingers lightly trace Kalim's skin and he kisses him. It's not for entertainment, and whether or not it's sincere is only something Kalim can judge. But it's not short.]