Jamil doesn't have anything to say to that--it's true, as far as he's concerned. It also doesn't change anything about the impasse they're currently at, but at least Kalim is aware of that now, or so he says. For several long moments Jamil just sits there and lets Kalim sniffle into the silence. Then, finally, he sighs and hauls himself to his feet, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes in a rare blatant show of tiredness.

"At least we're on the same page now." Even if that's not true, maybe if Jamil says it firmly enough Kalim will believe him and they can both go to bed. "So can we stop with this nonsense? I'm tired of pretending I'm not constantly mending your sweater."