Re: Empire/The L.A. Complex (Jamal, Kaldrick)
Early morning light hits their pillows on the floor. Kal stretches, untangling slowly from the blankets on Jamal´s King Size bed.
Jamal´s nowhere to be seen. The shower´s going, but there´s also piano playing in the next room.
Kal finds his underwear under the pillows. He pads over into the other room, sits down next to Jamal. Too early for words.
Jamal looks over as he plays, flashes him a small smile, brushes against Kal´s shoulders.
He knew he didn´t need this. Fuck, he doesn´t. The light strokes Jamal´s fingers on the keys and Kal lets himself be played awake.