[Seven, his chest feels so tight. It's hard to shake the feeling that something is wrong, even if he can't put his finger on what. It's surely just the anxiety, though..... right?
A deep, shaky breath, and Jamil turns to go, Kalim close at his heels. Another momentary hesitation, and he decides not to leave the keys at the desk, just in case--he heads back to his car instead, slowing to peer into the windows of the other, clearly abandoned (but why?) vehicles as he passes. The engine turns on, the radio turns on..... He's starting to feel a little silly for freaking out, if he's honest--even if that nagging sense of wrongness is still making the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.
Everything is fine. He's fine. So what is it that makes him wait to go until Kalim is in the car with him?]
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A deep, shaky breath, and Jamil turns to go, Kalim close at his heels. Another momentary hesitation, and he decides not to leave the keys at the desk, just in case--he heads back to his car instead, slowing to peer into the windows of the other, clearly abandoned (but why?) vehicles as he passes. The engine turns on, the radio turns on..... He's starting to feel a little silly for freaking out, if he's honest--even if that nagging sense of wrongness is still making the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.
Everything is fine. He's fine. So what is it that makes him wait to go until Kalim is in the car with him?]