Wait - that's what all that was about? [ the scribe replies in disbelief as kaveh references their previous altercations, and, he imagines, the evening it had all started. ] That's why I had to carry you out of a bar, and get punched in the face? Because you liked me?
[ truly ridiculous, in every sense of the word. to think that kaveh was so self-conscious about something that alhaitham would have no shame in discussing or entertaining - to waste so much energy on skirting around the issue to the point that they'd almost parted ways completely. the scribe is truly dumbfounded for a moment by the sheer idiocy of it, his expression reflecting as much, but then again... it really did make sense for this to be kaveh's approach. shooting from the hip before he even knew what he was shooting at.
and - in response, alhaitham actually chuckles.
a soft, quiet thing, so much so that it's barely there, but for once - he can't help himself. it's a hilarious situation, so tied in knots by kaveh's own overthinking and hypersensitivity that it manages to wrap all the way around to being endearing, now that he had all the facts to understand what was actually happening here. ]
You're a massive idiot.
[ he murmurs fondly despite the brashness of the observation, a hint of warmth in that cool voice of his. the fact that he seemed to be on kaveh's mind just as much as he'd wormed his way into his - it made his heart swell in a strange way, not just his ego. it settled a hundred questions that had been raised over the past week, laying a blanket of certainty over it all instead of endless doubt and confusion. at least, now he knew, now that he had all the information, there could be a starting point to discuss... whatever this was.
bending down the couple of inches between them, alhaitham places a kiss on the crown of that empty blonde head, hair impossibly soft against his lips - then looks back down at kaveh, face impassive but eyes fond. amused. ]
To think, if you'd just said something in the first place I could've avoided explaining that bruise to every second person I ran into at the Akademiya.
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[ truly ridiculous, in every sense of the word. to think that kaveh was so self-conscious about something that alhaitham would have no shame in discussing or entertaining - to waste so much energy on skirting around the issue to the point that they'd almost parted ways completely. the scribe is truly dumbfounded for a moment by the sheer idiocy of it, his expression reflecting as much, but then again... it really did make sense for this to be kaveh's approach. shooting from the hip before he even knew what he was shooting at.
and - in response, alhaitham actually chuckles.
a soft, quiet thing, so much so that it's barely there, but for once - he can't help himself. it's a hilarious situation, so tied in knots by kaveh's own overthinking and hypersensitivity that it manages to wrap all the way around to being endearing, now that he had all the facts to understand what was actually happening here. ]
You're a massive idiot.
[ he murmurs fondly despite the brashness of the observation, a hint of warmth in that cool voice of his. the fact that he seemed to be on kaveh's mind just as much as he'd wormed his way into his - it made his heart swell in a strange way, not just his ego. it settled a hundred questions that had been raised over the past week, laying a blanket of certainty over it all instead of endless doubt and confusion. at least, now he knew, now that he had all the information, there could be a starting point to discuss... whatever this was.
bending down the couple of inches between them, alhaitham places a kiss on the crown of that empty blonde head, hair impossibly soft against his lips - then looks back down at kaveh, face impassive but eyes fond. amused. ]
To think, if you'd just said something in the first place I could've avoided explaining that bruise to every second person I ran into at the Akademiya.