[He doesn't know what he was expecting. That Kalim would assume he'd fallen asleep and leave him alone, maybe. As if there was any way.
Guilt stabs through Jamil at every message Kalim sends without a response and that in turn makes him want to throw the phone against the wall in anger. Jamil doesn't have a fucking answer for him! He doesn't know what to tell Kalim because he doesn't have words to describe the howling pit that opens in his stomach whenever he thinks about being fired.
He almost still doesn't answer Kalim back. He almost makes himself fall into fitful, anxious sleep for real and let himself deal with it in the morning. But his own guilty conscience won't let him--since when does he have one of those anyway!--so he owes Kalim something. He does. He can at least admit that he doesn't have anything to give.
It still takes him a really long time to send, because he sucks.]
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Guilt stabs through Jamil at every message Kalim sends without a response and that in turn makes him want to throw the phone against the wall in anger. Jamil doesn't have a fucking answer for him! He doesn't know what to tell Kalim because he doesn't have words to describe the howling pit that opens in his stomach whenever he thinks about being fired.
He almost still doesn't answer Kalim back. He almost makes himself fall into fitful, anxious sleep for real and let himself deal with it in the morning. But his own guilty conscience won't let him--since when does he have one of those anyway!--so he owes Kalim something. He does. He can at least admit that he doesn't have anything to give.
It still takes him a really long time to send, because he sucks.]
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