[ Simple he nods at. After so many conversations Kahlil trusts that they're on the same page about what they can get away with. And at this point he's let go of whatever remaining guilt-fueled suspicions he had about Viktor possibly making things difficult for him in retaliation.
He gives him a funny look at you can always ask for things, like he's said something particularly odd, then glances down at his shoes again. He expects the same offer is open to most everyone here, but just for a moment he enjoys - a little selfishly, to have that kindness directed his way again. ]
I know. [ He glances back up at him, another slight nod. Viktor needs this work the way that Kahlil needs his own purpose. There's a pause, then: ]
I didn't have many friends either. Not before here.
[ Even after the gift, and the open invitation here, he still doesn't know if it's right to call him a friend. ]
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He gives him a funny look at you can always ask for things, like he's said something particularly odd, then glances down at his shoes again. He expects the same offer is open to most everyone here, but just for a moment he enjoys - a little selfishly, to have that kindness directed his way again. ]
I know. [ He glances back up at him, another slight nod. Viktor needs this work the way that Kahlil needs his own purpose. There's a pause, then: ]
I didn't have many friends either. Not before here.
[ Even after the gift, and the open invitation here, he still doesn't know if it's right to call him a friend. ]