[Jamil jolts in place, eyes widening in shock. What? What had just happened? How? Why?! He hadn't actually expected the attempt to work, not when he--when they--
Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe he had been thinking too deeply about this, making too many assumptions about the nature of the storm and Kalim's conditions. It's possible this is just..... Duplicity being Duplicity, again. Maybe any intimate contact would have been fine, as long as it wasn't platonic. Maybe a kiss would have worked just as well as a blowjob. That's far more reasonable than the alternative, right? Or..... maybe it's just because Kalim is Kalim. Insufferably optimistic and trusting as he is, he'd probably fall in love with anyone he spent enough time with.
Either way, it's..... it's fine. There's nothing he needs to think too hard about. He can just..... hastily straighten back up, and press a few gloved fingers against Kalim's neck to check his pulse. His own has felt concerningly sluggish for hours, but that's not important anymore now that they're inside. How deeply chilled has Kalim ended up? How many blankets can he scrounge together? What was the treatment supposed to be for frostbite, again? Even the coldest nights in the Scalding Sands hadn't prepared him to need that kind of information readily memorized.....]
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[Jamil jolts in place, eyes widening in shock. What? What had just happened? How? Why?! He hadn't actually expected the attempt to work, not when he--when they--
Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe he had been thinking too deeply about this, making too many assumptions about the nature of the storm and Kalim's conditions. It's possible this is just..... Duplicity being Duplicity, again. Maybe any intimate contact would have been fine, as long as it wasn't platonic. Maybe a kiss would have worked just as well as a blowjob. That's far more reasonable than the alternative, right? Or..... maybe it's just because Kalim is Kalim. Insufferably optimistic and trusting as he is, he'd probably fall in love with anyone he spent enough time with.
Either way, it's..... it's fine. There's nothing he needs to think too hard about. He can just..... hastily straighten back up, and press a few gloved fingers against Kalim's neck to check his pulse. His own has felt concerningly sluggish for hours, but that's not important anymore now that they're inside. How deeply chilled has Kalim ended up? How many blankets can he scrounge together? What was the treatment supposed to be for frostbite, again? Even the coldest nights in the Scalding Sands hadn't prepared him to need that kind of information readily memorized.....]