Jamal's eyes were noticeably scarlet and looked dazed. The moment Xaloc moved away, a sad expression passed on his face before he smiled. He weirdly grinned at Xaloc, although he intended for his smile to be calm and not bothered by anything Xaloc does.
Xaloc felt the pain in his chest stab even deeper, like a nail tearing through his heart, "You are drunk." This time, it was not a question but an affirmation.
The word was unfamiliar to Jamal who blinked his eyes as if to make sense of it, his head felt so heavy as if it had been stuffed with cotton and he continued to search through his mind before the meaning of the word came to his mind, "I am not. Not drunk."
Jamal reached out again to hold Xaloc, his heart was pounding as his hands wrapped around the other's waist before he bent his head on Xaloc's shoulders, rubbing it.
Xaloc did not move away, he let Jamal hold him, even as the pain in his waist increased.
