[ it's alhaitham's turn to resist rolling his eyes as he's asked to hold his questions until the end of the other's presentation, as if they were back in their classes at the akademiya. sometimes it's odd to remember that they'd known one another for so long, right through their university years and into their careers. despite their journeys diverging significantly after that... disagreement they'd had, they'd still manage to cross their paths again in a way that almost felt like it were fate (if alhaitham believed in such a ridiculous concept).
slouching slightly on the counter, elbow against it and face in his hand, the scribe still manages to listen attentively despite several urges to interject - but he does wait a much longer time than he should once kaveh finally finishes his stream of consciousness, feigning surprise after an awkwardly pregnant pause. in that measured tone of his; ]
- just making sure you didn't have any other details to add.
[ his expression was the one he often wore while in thought, considering a complex written concept or nose deep in a book. even though kaveh's cheeks were a crimson that could rival that of his own eyes right now, alhaitham on the other hand looks completely unbothered, like none of the topics discussed struck him as particularly sensitive.
(apart from, obviously, the second recounting of kaveh's fling, which as usual triggers a dull, jealous pang deep inside him. annoying.) ]
Well, this certainly explains some things, [ his index finger taps the side of his jaw as his mind sorts through the many, many loose threads the blonde had just dumped on the table. ] - though I still stand by my assertion last night that you're an idiot. To think of how much suffering you could've saved yourself if you'd simply started with this.
[ and that's halfway to an actual concern, because alhaitham hadn't seen kaveh so out of sorts as he had the past couple of weeks. it hadn't been pleasant to watch, or be part of, because he'd had the frustrating realisation that seeing the architect genuinely upset made him upset. ]
So, since I was wrong to understand you wanted a no-strings-attached physical arrangement, I suppose the next question is; what do you want?
[ the scribe asks plainly, getting straight to the point. ]
I'll admit, considering our many varied, loud differences and our history on top of that, it'd be naïve not to be skeptical that something between us could work. But - [ he pauses for a moment, eyes flicking off into the distance past kaveh in thought. ] - I'd be open to testing that theory.
no subject
slouching slightly on the counter, elbow against it and face in his hand, the scribe still manages to listen attentively despite several urges to interject - but he does wait a much longer time than he should once kaveh finally finishes his stream of consciousness, feigning surprise after an awkwardly pregnant pause. in that measured tone of his; ]
- just making sure you didn't have any other details to add.
[ his expression was the one he often wore while in thought, considering a complex written concept or nose deep in a book. even though kaveh's cheeks were a crimson that could rival that of his own eyes right now, alhaitham on the other hand looks completely unbothered, like none of the topics discussed struck him as particularly sensitive.
(apart from, obviously, the second recounting of kaveh's fling, which as usual triggers a dull, jealous pang deep inside him. annoying.) ]
Well, this certainly explains some things, [ his index finger taps the side of his jaw as his mind sorts through the many, many loose threads the blonde had just dumped on the table. ] - though I still stand by my assertion last night that you're an idiot. To think of how much suffering you could've saved yourself if you'd simply started with this.
[ and that's halfway to an actual concern, because alhaitham hadn't seen kaveh so out of sorts as he had the past couple of weeks. it hadn't been pleasant to watch, or be part of, because he'd had the frustrating realisation that seeing the architect genuinely upset made him upset. ]
So, since I was wrong to understand you wanted a no-strings-attached physical arrangement, I suppose the next question is; what do you want?
[ the scribe asks plainly, getting straight to the point. ]
I'll admit, considering our many varied, loud differences and our history on top of that, it'd be naïve not to be skeptical that something between us could work. But - [ he pauses for a moment, eyes flicking off into the distance past kaveh in thought. ] - I'd be open to testing that theory.