[ he almost, almost resists, but can't help but let slip some sass at kaveh's list - although it appears to be in jest, considering the barest ghost of a smirk tugs up the corners of his lips. ]

At least you're self-aware.

[ truth be told - and alhaitham would never, ever admit this out loud to anyone, not even the lesser lord - kaveh wasn't an awful roommate. yes, they could never agree on where their belongings went; yes, he was bad at keeping up with his chores; yes, he causes an unreasonable amount of noise building his little architectural dioramas in their study - but he never loathed coming home.

on the contrary, the house felt alive with kaveh with it. ]

Anyway - forget I said it. We made an agreement and I don't intend to carve out a reputation for broken promises.

[ his 'demand' had never really had any heat behind it anyway - certainly not the intention of making kaveh leave. it wasn't often that alhaitham slipped up and had that sort of knee-jerk, emotional reaction, but here he was, cleaning up after it.

but this was a resolution, wasn't it? didn't that mean they could move on to more pressing issues like, say, the crimson staining kaveh's cheeks? brow furrowing, pale, cool fingers reach for the blonde's chin like it was the most normal thing in the world, the scribe peering at him with that piercing, emerald gaze - just as intense, even through alhaitham's obvious exhaustion ]

This might be the worst hangover I've seen you enjoy yet. Are you ill?