[Jamil is pointedly not looking at Kalim's face because he knows exactly what Kalim's face looks like right now and the mental image is enough, thank you.
Lying like this with Kalim becomes the last comforting, familiar experience of the night--Jamil can't help but think of all the other times they'd had to curl up in each other's spaces, from Kalim needing comfort from a nightmare to hiding in a cupboard from assassins with only room for one child between them. Most of them unpleasant, at least for Jamil, but still familiar--and they'd made it through all those times. Not necessarily unscathed, but they survived. Maybe they'll survive this one too.
Despite himself, Jamil relaxes with the feeling of Kalim against his side, Kalim's pulse point in the crook of Jamil's arm. He lets out a slow, ratting exhale, all his exhaustion settling on him all at once, and nearly passes out then and there.]
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Lying like this with Kalim becomes the last comforting, familiar experience of the night--Jamil can't help but think of all the other times they'd had to curl up in each other's spaces, from Kalim needing comfort from a nightmare to hiding in a cupboard from assassins with only room for one child between them. Most of them unpleasant, at least for Jamil, but still familiar--and they'd made it through all those times. Not necessarily unscathed, but they survived. Maybe they'll survive this one too.
Despite himself, Jamil relaxes with the feeling of Kalim against his side, Kalim's pulse point in the crook of Jamil's arm. He lets out a slow, ratting exhale, all his exhaustion settling on him all at once, and nearly passes out then and there.]