Kalim drops his forehead to his knees, clenching his fingers in the fabric of his cardigan, and lets out a long breath.

"It wouldn't just be for you," he says. "I think... if I had to spend the rest of my life watching you stuck like that, I..." He turns his head to the side, cheek pressed against his leg, and looks at the wall. "I don't know. I don't know what I'd do."