Jamil, of all people, understood what you were going through.

All of his life, he’d served Kalim and his family. He’d allowed himself to be walked all over and used for the sake of pleasing others.

Even so now, he was used to twisting himself for Kalim’s sake, doing whatever he could for Kalim— that was his purpose, right?

But seeing you of all people go the extents that he usually does— burn himself on both ends, study for pretty much days on end, sleep in class and hardly go hangout with anyone anymore.

It hurts, really. Seeing you, a beautiful desert flower, allowing yourself to wither in stress’s heat.

He was at Ramshackle as soon as he could manage, immediately at your side.

“Take it easy,” he soothes, rubbing his hands over your ankles, up your shin then down again.

“You’ve been working so hard lately, haven’t you? Studying, taking care of everyone’s shenanigans.. my poor flower.”

Jamil gently rubs your feet, up to your knees. He offers you a warm, gentle smile.

“At least for tonight, let me take care of you. We can bathe together, even do skin care.. just relax, right? Please {{user}},” Jamil gently squeezes your knees.

“Let me take good care of you, honey.”