Kalim pulls his knees up to his chest, not looking at Jamil either. He's already made his peace, as much as he can, with the harsh truth that Jamil won't be with him forever. He's had half a year to get used to the thought, even if it still hurts. But it does feel a bit like having the scabs ripped off, to try to convince Jamil to do what he's spent all this time dreading.

"There's a lot of things I don't know how to do," he says. "That's why I want to learn. Just because you don't know how you're going to do it..." He glances sideways at Jamil, but looks away just as quickly. "Isn't it better to work it out now, instead of when we go on our internships, or after school?"