[Jamil hates when Kalim looks at him like that. It's like looking directly at the sun; he has to turn his face away, feeling his cheeks warm and his chest fill with a strange, uncomfortable lightness.]
...Me too.
[And just for a moment he lets himself believe it, that he's Made It, and it's like all the strings holding him up get cut all at once. He slouches forward against the table with a groan, then slowly slides forward to lie half on his stomach with his face smushed against the surface, just barely missing the walnut remains. He'll just stay like this for a bit. Not remotely comfortable, but he doesn't really care right now.]
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...Me too.
[And just for a moment he lets himself believe it, that he's Made It, and it's like all the strings holding him up get cut all at once. He slouches forward against the table with a groan, then slowly slides forward to lie half on his stomach with his face smushed against the surface, just barely missing the walnut remains. He'll just stay like this for a bit. Not remotely comfortable, but he doesn't really care right now.]