[ alhaitham dimly regrets his use of that word as kaveh repeats it, because while contextually appropriate at the time - it wasn't a blanket quality he'd ever associate with the other. letting kaveh's chin go from his grip, the scribe huffs quietly at what the other thought might happen if he had just been honest to begin with... but, he supposes he can't fault him for thinking such things considering the previous week. ]
I was bluffing when I said you should move out. [ he admits dryly, recounting that morning in the study in his head. ] I only suggested it because it seemed like you didn't want to be here in the first place, nor did you want to be anywhere near me. And, perhaps - perhaps - I was a little frustrated at the indecent state you'd come back in.
[ frustrated, jealous, possessive - same thing, really, but it was as close to a 'sorry' as alhaitham was going to get, much less admit he was completely in the wrong. his mind wanders to the tall, darkly handsome man he'd just kicked out of his house and that envy flickers across his face as he remembers what he'd just walked in on - almost exactly like that morning, except he'd had a front seat to it instead of just drinking in the aftermath.
kaveh's asking him another ridiculous question, that shrewd turquoise gaze meeting the architect's strangely vulnerable expression. ]
It depends what you mean by 'being okay with it', really.
[ the scribe muses in a typically obtuse response, though a hand raises and bypasses kaveh's face to brush a thumb against a quickly fading mark he'd left on the slender curve of his neck. ]
If I simply say 'yes' and offer no further clarification, are you going to keep cavorting around like you were tonight? What affirmation do I need to give you to make sure that I'm the only one allowed to see you in the state you were in that morning? What commitment do you need from me to ensure I'm the only one allowed to put you in that state?
[ a beat as his eyes flick towards the bruise, then back at kaveh with a strange intensity. ]
I might not be the typical 'date' you seem to pick up, but I daresay I could offer you something better.
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I was bluffing when I said you should move out. [ he admits dryly, recounting that morning in the study in his head. ] I only suggested it because it seemed like you didn't want to be here in the first place, nor did you want to be anywhere near me. And, perhaps - perhaps - I was a little frustrated at the indecent state you'd come back in.
[ frustrated, jealous, possessive - same thing, really, but it was as close to a 'sorry' as alhaitham was going to get, much less admit he was completely in the wrong. his mind wanders to the tall, darkly handsome man he'd just kicked out of his house and that envy flickers across his face as he remembers what he'd just walked in on - almost exactly like that morning, except he'd had a front seat to it instead of just drinking in the aftermath.
kaveh's asking him another ridiculous question, that shrewd turquoise gaze meeting the architect's strangely vulnerable expression. ]
It depends what you mean by 'being okay with it', really.
[ the scribe muses in a typically obtuse response, though a hand raises and bypasses kaveh's face to brush a thumb against a quickly fading mark he'd left on the slender curve of his neck. ]
If I simply say 'yes' and offer no further clarification, are you going to keep cavorting around like you were tonight? What affirmation do I need to give you to make sure that I'm the only one allowed to see you in the state you were in that morning? What commitment do you need from me to ensure I'm the only one allowed to put you in that state?
[ a beat as his eyes flick towards the bruise, then back at kaveh with a strange intensity. ]
I might not be the typical 'date' you seem to pick up, but I daresay I could offer you something better.