If you don't have evidence, then shut up with your fucking postulations! [ It's practically yelled, the anger spiking in his chest, a result of the swarming panic that is the result of his fear of being kicked out— maybe even his fear of just being rejected— isn't that stupid, when he knows all too well that he could have pretty much anyone he wanted?

But he doesn't want just anyone. He wants the man standing in front of him, cold eyes and measured voice and words that are accidentally cruel. ] Has it occurred to you that maybe I kissed you because I wanted to?!

[ Kaveh's eyes close, his fists clenching tighter, his breath stuttered over his lips and heart racing. Yelling is getting him nowhere. He needs to calm down, even if somehow he knows that telling the truth will get him just as far, and just as quickly. After all, the dream he had was still physical, could still leave Alhaitham with the same conclusion he's reached already. Even if he wanted to share it.

And as for the rest... despite all appearances to the contrary, he likes living here, and owning up might make things even more awkward between the two of them. Not to mention that he has his pride—

(But does he? Does he really? How proud can he really be, to be standing before Alhaitham like this, all kissed-up neck and messy hair, eyes closed in an attempt to fight off tears of emotion after screaming at him, after having practically thrown himself at him only moments before?

Fuck, he's pathetic.)

Kaveh's arms fold across his chest protectively, his voice much smaller this time when he continues speaking. ]

Isn't that enough?