[ It takes Kaveh a moment— and an admonishment on Alhaitham's behalf— to register the fact that he has not, in fact, said anything beyond that singular curse word, an answer neither helpful nor kind when Alhaitham has spoken with genuine vulnerability.
If it weren't for the scribe's irritated retort— which brings a touch of warmth to Kaveh's cheeks at the suggestion he may have been making an imperative statement with that singular word— he may have chosen to apologize yet again; as it is, however, he simply fixes the other with a frustrated glare for a few too-long seconds before he looks away with a sigh. ]
I don't hate you, Alhaitham.
[ What else is he to say but that? Too much more and he risks giving everything away, from the dream itself to the sudden realization that his feelings run deeper than they should. The latter is too new, too unexamined and untested; the former too liable to have him kicked out of the house for real. And yet at the same time, five words don't feel like enough of an answer after what they've gone through in the last twelve or so hours.
It's with another sigh that he reaches up, impatient hands dashing away the remnants of the saltwater lingering at the corners of his eyes. ]
You drive me completely fucking insane sometimes, but I don't hate you.
[ Is it enough? Too much? Even for someone who usually does handle emotions well, Kaveh is struggling right now. ]
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If it weren't for the scribe's irritated retort— which brings a touch of warmth to Kaveh's cheeks at the suggestion he may have been making an imperative statement with that singular word— he may have chosen to apologize yet again; as it is, however, he simply fixes the other with a frustrated glare for a few too-long seconds before he looks away with a sigh. ]
I don't hate you, Alhaitham.
[ What else is he to say but that? Too much more and he risks giving everything away, from the dream itself to the sudden realization that his feelings run deeper than they should. The latter is too new, too unexamined and untested; the former too liable to have him kicked out of the house for real. And yet at the same time, five words don't feel like enough of an answer after what they've gone through in the last twelve or so hours.
It's with another sigh that he reaches up, impatient hands dashing away the remnants of the saltwater lingering at the corners of his eyes. ]
You drive me completely fucking insane sometimes, but I don't hate you.
[ Is it enough? Too much? Even for someone who usually does handle emotions well, Kaveh is struggling right now. ]