[ In response to this newest tirade, it's all Kaveh can do to stand there, staring up at Alhaitham as his gut twists in his stomach, as he fights back now not just a lump of emotion and panic but a rising gorge that he's pretty sure is going to be the visible results of last night's drunken escapades if he's not careful. His eyes flicker to the bruise marring the other's pale skin, and then back to the cold, indecipherable look in his eyes, and he knows that at this point, there's probably only two ways this can go:
Either he tells Alhaitham the truth, or he finds himself and his belongings on the streets.
Crimson eyes fall to the floor, to the scribe's bare feet and the pile of books, and his fists slowly loosen, a breath catching in his throat before he can do anything about it. He's swallowed enough pride today already; there's no way at all he can bring himself to share that one, horrible thing. ]
...Alright. [ His voice is smaller than he would like, weaker than it should by rights be, and he steps around the taller man, moving to the desk to pick up the most urgent of his belongings, blinking back the tears that are very suddenly springing to the corners of his eyes. ] I'll leave, then. I'll send someone to collect my things later.
[ Tighnari, perhaps, or Cyno, if he can bear to look either of them in the face after this. If he can look anyone in the face after this.
He's quick to gather what he needs, heading for the study's door without another glance in the other man's direction. He's afraid that if he looks him in the face once more, the desperation will cause him to break... and he can't do that. ]
I'm sorry.
[ All this, and apparently Alhaitham was right anywayβ he is a coward. ]
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Either he tells Alhaitham the truth, or he finds himself and his belongings on the streets.
Crimson eyes fall to the floor, to the scribe's bare feet and the pile of books, and his fists slowly loosen, a breath catching in his throat before he can do anything about it. He's swallowed enough pride today already; there's no way at all he can bring himself to share that one, horrible thing. ]
...Alright. [ His voice is smaller than he would like, weaker than it should by rights be, and he steps around the taller man, moving to the desk to pick up the most urgent of his belongings, blinking back the tears that are very suddenly springing to the corners of his eyes. ] I'll leave, then. I'll send someone to collect my things later.
[ Tighnari, perhaps, or Cyno, if he can bear to look either of them in the face after this. If he can look anyone in the face after this.
He's quick to gather what he needs, heading for the study's door without another glance in the other man's direction. He's afraid that if he looks him in the face once more, the desperation will cause him to break... and he can't do that. ]
I'm sorry.
[ All this, and apparently Alhaitham was right anywayβ he is a coward. ]