[ The best-kept secret between them, apparently, is that Kalim has never doubted Jamil's belonging. Not once. Jamil has always belonged. He's belonged on Kalim's couch, in Kalim's room, in any room they've ever inhabited together. He's belonged at Kalim's side, and if Kalim regrets a single thing in his life, it's that he was never able to impart that belief to Jamil.

So nothing seems strange about the way Jamil holds himself. Kalim takes the tea with a bright Thank you! and sips quietly while Jamil gets situated. ]

Mmm... [ It's hard to tell if that's a hum of agreement, or if Kalim is just enjoying the tea that much. ] Sorry! I tried to get back as fast as I could, but I didn't want to leave until they were really comfortable with everything. They got it though, so it was time well-spent!

[ Another sip. ]

Were you hoping I'd turn in early because of it?