Because I never actually suggested a physical arrangement, you imbecile! [ The words are shouted at a volume that's loud even for Kaveh's standards, louder perhaps even than the deliberate, desperate moans he was faking just minutes ago. And there's that slight thread of understanding at the back of his mind, of acknowledgement that he should have cleared this up last week when he suspected the misunderstanding in the first place, a reasonable thought drowned out by the drunk and the anger and the hurt.
And then Alhaitham asks if he ever thinks of anyone but himself, ever, and the acknowledgement is gone completely in the face of shock, and Kaveh bursts out laughing, a sound bitter and without humor, almost broken in the way it cuts through his lips. ]
All I did was tell you I wanted to fucking kiss you, and because you don't know what fucking feelings are, you apparently decided by yourself that that meant I just wanted a fuck buddy!
[ And it's no surprise, he thinks, that Alhaitham doesn't understand him, when he doesn't understand emotion, doesn't seem to comprehend the concept of feeling despite the fact that he's brimming with something unspoken right now, something almost frightful in the way he looms over Kaveh, making the shorter man fight off the urge to shove him back again. ]
You ask if I ever think about anyone but myself? You're the only person on my mind, all the fucking time! It doesn't matter if I'm awake or not... if I'm asleep I just dream about itβ [ and that's the second time he's said that now, the second admission of having dreamed of him ] Even to you, does that sound like something as simple as want, Alhaitham?
[ His voice, already steeped with emotion at the beginning of his tirade, only picks up more as he continues, until he finally concludes with an impassioned, despairing shout: ]
I'm in love with you!
[ Kaveh's eyes close as he realizes, about three seconds too late, the gravity of the confession he's just made; his arms fold over his chest in a belated form of self-protection, a soft exhale gusting over lips that are suddenly trembling. ]
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And then Alhaitham asks if he ever thinks of anyone but himself, ever, and the acknowledgement is gone completely in the face of shock, and Kaveh bursts out laughing, a sound bitter and without humor, almost broken in the way it cuts through his lips. ]
All I did was tell you I wanted to fucking kiss you, and because you don't know what fucking feelings are, you apparently decided by yourself that that meant I just wanted a fuck buddy!
[ And it's no surprise, he thinks, that Alhaitham doesn't understand him, when he doesn't understand emotion, doesn't seem to comprehend the concept of feeling despite the fact that he's brimming with something unspoken right now, something almost frightful in the way he looms over Kaveh, making the shorter man fight off the urge to shove him back again. ]
You ask if I ever think about anyone but myself? You're the only person on my mind, all the fucking time! It doesn't matter if I'm awake or not... if I'm asleep I just dream about itβ [ and that's the second time he's said that now, the second admission of having dreamed of him ] Even to you, does that sound like something as simple as want, Alhaitham?
[ His voice, already steeped with emotion at the beginning of his tirade, only picks up more as he continues, until he finally concludes with an impassioned, despairing shout: ]
I'm in love with you!
[ Kaveh's eyes close as he realizes, about three seconds too late, the gravity of the confession he's just made; his arms fold over his chest in a belated form of self-protection, a soft exhale gusting over lips that are suddenly trembling. ]
...Fuck.
[ He may as well start packing his bags now. ]