Kalim gazes up at him wetly. His makeup, which he evidently forgot to take off before going to bed, is smudged, and he looks troubled and perplexed – but also, unfortunately, determined.

And he's going to just ignore that remark. Who cares if it's the middle of the night? If Jamil can text him then he can talk to him where Kalim can look him in the face. Kalim knows he's no good at reading between the lines, but it's even harder over text.

"Jamil... Do you want to cut my hair?"

He says it almost bitterly – like he's hoping the idea will offend Jamil enough that he'll have no choice but to admit what's actually going on with him.