[ The words, rich with emotion, are halfway out Kaveh's mouth before he cuts himself off, focusing in momentary silence on the way Alhaitham's eyes close for that moment or two, noticing for the first time the dark circles that, like the bruise marring his jaw, are only made more obvious by the pale hue of his skin.
"βstay out of my business" isn't going to work. Not this time. Nor can Kaveh just tell the other man the truth of it, though, not when he's already reasoned out that doing so would be a terrible idea. For as much as he was ready to pack up and leave when he thought he had no option, he really would prefer to stay here, if he can.
...Maybe that's what he needs to say. Maybe, right now, it's the only thing he can say. ]
I want you to let me keep living here. [ A breath, another drop of his gaze. ] I know I'm a terrible roommate... tenant. I'm always late on rent, I steal your wine, I'm noisy around the clock, I get myself locked out in the middle of the night, I start fights, Iβ
[ Kaveh frowns. In an effort to avoid saying either of those two damning things, he has instead started a long laundry list of his own faults. Perhaps not ideal... but also perhaps better than admitting to how he woke up a few days ago, drenched in sweat and aching with arousal.
A stray thought that sends another flush of heat to his cheeks. ]
...Listen, I'm bad at this, okay? But I like living here. Even if I don't always show it.
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[ The words, rich with emotion, are halfway out Kaveh's mouth before he cuts himself off, focusing in momentary silence on the way Alhaitham's eyes close for that moment or two, noticing for the first time the dark circles that, like the bruise marring his jaw, are only made more obvious by the pale hue of his skin.
"βstay out of my business" isn't going to work. Not this time. Nor can Kaveh just tell the other man the truth of it, though, not when he's already reasoned out that doing so would be a terrible idea. For as much as he was ready to pack up and leave when he thought he had no option, he really would prefer to stay here, if he can.
...Maybe that's what he needs to say. Maybe, right now, it's the only thing he can say. ]
I want you to let me keep living here. [ A breath, another drop of his gaze. ] I know I'm a terrible roommate... tenant. I'm always late on rent, I steal your wine, I'm noisy around the clock, I get myself locked out in the middle of the night, I start fights, Iβ
[ Kaveh frowns. In an effort to avoid saying either of those two damning things, he has instead started a long laundry list of his own faults. Perhaps not ideal... but also perhaps better than admitting to how he woke up a few days ago, drenched in sweat and aching with arousal.
A stray thought that sends another flush of heat to his cheeks. ]
...Listen, I'm bad at this, okay? But I like living here. Even if I don't always show it.