Well, Kalim feels less queasy now, so it's good enough. Jamil's hands are warm and capable, and this is the first time in months that Kalim has gotten to appreciate them without having to try very hard not to think about the certain knowledge that Jamil hates having to touch him. Of course, now he has other things to worry about, but before it was a 100% sure thing that having to do this was Jamil's personal hell, so...

When Jamil finally speaks up, though, Kalim is confused. Of course, he knows that what he actually wants isn't possible, but they're not talking about that right now – and if it's up to him they never will be. He didn't think that what he was suggesting was so out of pocket.

"Why not?" he presses. "As long as we're here, no one can tell us what to do. Isn't it the perfect time to figure it out? If we practice now, then... Even when we wind up back home, it won't be as hard."