[ opening his eyes again at the sound of fabric shifting to see kaveh getting up and begin pacing the floor in front of the couch like a protagonist in a mystery thriller novel, alhaitham immediately, intensely regrets the direction this 'discussion' seemed to have taken.
but this was what they did, wasn't it? smooth things over only to immediately fuck them up again? irritated, alhaitham frowns at the suggestion that what kaveh said was reasonable by any measure. ]
Right. You're telling me that the help you needed, for a problem so major you ended up punching me in the face over - was that you needed to get laid? While you were so drunk you could barely walk? Are you serious?
[ his tone is incredulous now, because kaveh isn't making any sense and even when he's in the most heated phases of his rants, at least he could rely on the fact that there was probably something substantial in there somewhere. the other was thoughtful and famously intelligent, so why is his logic so distorted right now?
- and then, he drops the other bomb.
subconsciously, alhaitham tenses up, a look of shock crossing his face for the briefest of moments before it quickly rearranged into a perplexed sort of scowl. that kind of phrase coming out of kaveh's mouth, in that charmingly musical voice of his, directed at him - it obviously twinged something inside the scribe visibly, perceptibly. it sparked an unfamiliar thrill deep inside him, set a fire burning that would easily spiral out of control, and for a moment, he considers simply fulfilling the demand.
suddenly, the fatigue is relatively forgotten and the tenuous peace between them is shattered, one of alhaitham's hands curling in on itself to try and meter his feelings as he draws himself decisively up from the sofa. the reactive, raw part of him wants to ask unreasonable things right back, like 'what the fuck kind of question is that' - but the placidity somehow wins out.
he doesn't know what kaveh's doing, but he would not let him get under his skin for a third time.
they're close again, much like they'd been the previous night during their last argument, alhaitham glowering down at the other. ]
I'd choose what you're going to say next very carefully. I'm not a toy to be played with.
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but this was what they did, wasn't it? smooth things over only to immediately fuck them up again? irritated, alhaitham frowns at the suggestion that what kaveh said was reasonable by any measure. ]
Right. You're telling me that the help you needed, for a problem so major you ended up punching me in the face over - was that you needed to get laid? While you were so drunk you could barely walk? Are you serious?
[ his tone is incredulous now, because kaveh isn't making any sense and even when he's in the most heated phases of his rants, at least he could rely on the fact that there was probably something substantial in there somewhere. the other was thoughtful and famously intelligent, so why is his logic so distorted right now?
- and then, he drops the other bomb.
subconsciously, alhaitham tenses up, a look of shock crossing his face for the briefest of moments before it quickly rearranged into a perplexed sort of scowl. that kind of phrase coming out of kaveh's mouth, in that charmingly musical voice of his, directed at him - it obviously twinged something inside the scribe visibly, perceptibly. it sparked an unfamiliar thrill deep inside him, set a fire burning that would easily spiral out of control, and for a moment, he considers simply fulfilling the demand.
suddenly, the fatigue is relatively forgotten and the tenuous peace between them is shattered, one of alhaitham's hands curling in on itself to try and meter his feelings as he draws himself decisively up from the sofa. the reactive, raw part of him wants to ask unreasonable things right back, like 'what the fuck kind of question is that' - but the placidity somehow wins out.
he doesn't know what kaveh's doing, but he would not let him get under his skin for a third time.
they're close again, much like they'd been the previous night during their last argument, alhaitham glowering down at the other. ]
I'd choose what you're going to say next very carefully. I'm not a toy to be played with.