[ he'd expected kaveh to give him some sort of rebuttal like 'you can look after yourself' - certainly not acquiescence. alhaitham always had an unending stream of flippant comments that he could throw out at the other, and they rarely landed. however, kaveh wasn't a bad cook (another secret he'd clutch to his chest on the way to the grave), and the sentiment was actually fairly thoughtful.
that, and the fact the rest was indeed made up by alhaitham trying to kick him out was entirely fair. ]
You must be feeling bad.
[ is his droll reply as he shifts back up into a proper sitting position, fingers subconsciously brushing against the bruise now that kaveh was finished. he was just about to point out it was actually working - numbing the area, at least, so it didn't smart so badly - when an addition spills out of the blonde's mouth, completely irrelevant to the rest of the conversation.
looking mildly surprised at the other, partially because he'd figured that kaveh having sought out a one night stand had been a fairly forgone conclusion considering the state he'd wandered back in, alhaitham wonders why this had been brought up at all, if not... now, when kaveh had seemed to calm down?
but strangely, there is an odd sense of relief somewhere deep down inside him, a knot of jealousy that slips undone because for some reason, the thought of someone else touching the architect; running their hands across his skin, tugging at that fine, blonde hair, making his toes curl - infuriates him.
maybe it's just that he's protective. he's been protecting kaveh for some time now, in his own ways - some visible, some not - but even alhaitham's not enough of a dolt emotionally to be satisfied that's the entire answer. ]
Why are you telling me?
[ leaning back into the soft green cushions of the sofa, the scribe averts his eyes for the first time since kaveh had slinked back into their house, an unreadable expression on his face. ]
You're an adult. What you do at night is your own business, not mine. [ a pause, as he adds: ] - unless I can hear it through the walls.
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that, and the fact the rest was indeed made up by alhaitham trying to kick him out was entirely fair. ]
You must be feeling bad.
[ is his droll reply as he shifts back up into a proper sitting position, fingers subconsciously brushing against the bruise now that kaveh was finished. he was just about to point out it was actually working - numbing the area, at least, so it didn't smart so badly - when an addition spills out of the blonde's mouth, completely irrelevant to the rest of the conversation.
looking mildly surprised at the other, partially because he'd figured that kaveh having sought out a one night stand had been a fairly forgone conclusion considering the state he'd wandered back in, alhaitham wonders why this had been brought up at all, if not... now, when kaveh had seemed to calm down?
but strangely, there is an odd sense of relief somewhere deep down inside him, a knot of jealousy that slips undone because for some reason, the thought of someone else touching the architect; running their hands across his skin, tugging at that fine, blonde hair, making his toes curl - infuriates him.
maybe it's just that he's protective. he's been protecting kaveh for some time now, in his own ways - some visible, some not - but even alhaitham's not enough of a dolt emotionally to be satisfied that's the entire answer. ]
Why are you telling me?
[ leaning back into the soft green cushions of the sofa, the scribe averts his eyes for the first time since kaveh had slinked back into their house, an unreadable expression on his face. ]
You're an adult. What you do at night is your own business, not mine. [ a pause, as he adds: ] - unless I can hear it through the walls.