[ the lack of sleep had begun to catch up to him, and to that end his eyes had slipped closed as kaveh excavated whatever he was looking for out of his rooms - no doubt every bit a mess as he left the rest of the house. it was welcome, though, this relief from the stress of the past 48 hours, and although several more questions had ebbed to the fore? at least kaveh had seemed to calm down from whatever it was that had been bothering him, and at least the status quo hadn't been disturbed. routine, routine, routine.
the scribe isn't quite nodding off when he hears his roommate return to the lounge, but his eyes certainly open as kaveh sits down and moves him without a second thought. not... quite what he'd expected, when he could've simply been handed the jar and told to get lost - or even sit side by side on the sofa, really. the positioning feels strangely intimate, the warmth of kaveh's lap against the back of his head, and for all the blonde's outbursts and frayed edges, his touch was remarkably reserved. gentle.
alhaitham simply looks up at blonde as he works from the odd angle, his tired analytical mind trying to figure him out. categorise the things he does, is doing. it felt much like riding the wind of a storm, bearing the brunt of kaveh's passionate anger one minute and the soft graze of his fingers against his skin the next. ]
You do recall that was a ploy, right? I don't have an arrest record.
[ he reminds kaveh, because facts are everything, and -
alhaitham winces briefly as even with the gentle touch, pain spikes through a certain spot on the bruise as its treated. he can't even be mad at kaveh for this though, because managing not only to hit him, but deck him this hard? impressive.
weirdly attractive.
his eyes slip closed again as he simply listens to the blonde's incessant talking, the lyrical lilt to his voice actually proving more soothing than the balm. ]
How far do I get to push being the victim? Is being waited on hand and foot too much to expect?
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the scribe isn't quite nodding off when he hears his roommate return to the lounge, but his eyes certainly open as kaveh sits down and moves him without a second thought. not... quite what he'd expected, when he could've simply been handed the jar and told to get lost - or even sit side by side on the sofa, really. the positioning feels strangely intimate, the warmth of kaveh's lap against the back of his head, and for all the blonde's outbursts and frayed edges, his touch was remarkably reserved. gentle.
alhaitham simply looks up at blonde as he works from the odd angle, his tired analytical mind trying to figure him out. categorise the things he does, is doing. it felt much like riding the wind of a storm, bearing the brunt of kaveh's passionate anger one minute and the soft graze of his fingers against his skin the next. ]
You do recall that was a ploy, right? I don't have an arrest record.
[ he reminds kaveh, because facts are everything, and -
alhaitham winces briefly as even with the gentle touch, pain spikes through a certain spot on the bruise as its treated. he can't even be mad at kaveh for this though, because managing not only to hit him, but deck him this hard? impressive.
weirdly attractive.
his eyes slip closed again as he simply listens to the blonde's incessant talking, the lyrical lilt to his voice actually proving more soothing than the balm. ]
How far do I get to push being the victim? Is being waited on hand and foot too much to expect?