[ For a split second, Kaveh thinks he'll just shrug the other man's hand off his shoulder and walk away... and then the words spoken by the scribe start to stir an angry, heated frustration in his heart. He's tired of this stupid bullshit; after all Alhaitham's insistence on him sharing his troubles, now the scribe is essentially telling him he doesn't expect to be told, that it's not worthโ
He whirls to face the other man, knocking that gentle hand off his shoulder and glaring up at him, revealing without intending to the tears clinging to his lashes, the way his lower lip trembles despite himself; overall adding to the complicated, messy look that he has about him this morning. ]
"So much", Alhaitham? Is that what you think we have here?
[ The words are laced with bitter agony, glaring despite the swimming wet of his eyes, and there are thousands of things he needs to say and not enough words to say them. And when he does speak, what comes out is wrong: ]
What is it, then? The "so much" you talk about. You said it yourself: this is a last resort for me, so why should I fight to keep it?
[ A pause, and his eyes close, a catch of his breath being the only thing keeping him from breaking down in tears over this whole stupid thing. That was too much, thatโ He was unfair, he spoke out of turn... ]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I just... [ His gaze finally drops from the other's, the steam of anger and hurt leaving him as quickly as it built back up. ] Sorry.
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He whirls to face the other man, knocking that gentle hand off his shoulder and glaring up at him, revealing without intending to the tears clinging to his lashes, the way his lower lip trembles despite himself; overall adding to the complicated, messy look that he has about him this morning. ]
"So much", Alhaitham? Is that what you think we have here?
[ The words are laced with bitter agony, glaring despite the swimming wet of his eyes, and there are thousands of things he needs to say and not enough words to say them. And when he does speak, what comes out is wrong: ]
What is it, then? The "so much" you talk about. You said it yourself: this is a last resort for me, so why should I fight to keep it?
[ A pause, and his eyes close, a catch of his breath being the only thing keeping him from breaking down in tears over this whole stupid thing. That was too much, thatโ He was unfair, he spoke out of turn... ]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I just... [ His gaze finally drops from the other's, the steam of anger and hurt leaving him as quickly as it built back up. ] Sorry.