[ As much as Kaveh wants to pout over his information stream being cut off when it's barely even begun, he's emotionally aware enough to understand the significance of what's happening here, that Alhaitham— who keeps his secrets closer than the Akademiya keeps knowledge— is sharing genuine thoughts and feelings with him, that it has to be in some way uncomfortable to do so, the same way it was difficult for him to be honest in the face of his own pride. Difficult enough that he nearly ruined things between the two of them beyond all repair. (And maybe that's a dramatic way of thinking of it, but it's also true.)
Still, in the end he pouts just a little, although the effect is definitely ruined at least in part by the curious quirk of his eyebrow, the hint of a curve at the corners of his lips at the suggestion that he works hard and rises to the challenge, because he knows Alhaitham well enough to know that his wording had to be deliberate.
Just as he knows him well enough to know that "you should probably eat something" is liable to be non-negotiable despite it sounding like a suggestion, despite the fact that he's not sure how much he can eat without his stomach making a noisy— and messy— protest. And most importantly despite him not wanting to move, because he's oddly comfortable like this, wrapped up in Alhaitham's arms, on his lap, on the top of a bar chair.
Yet at the same time, "but first" speaks to a kind of reward for doing those things he needs to do, doesn't it?
And so it's reluctantly that Kaveh withdraws his hands and disentangles himself from Alhaitham— although his movements are slower than they should be, interrupted and punctuated with stolen kisses— setting his bare feet on the floor and padding around to the other side of the bar counter to consider his (limited, on account of his stomach) options. ]
I'll make some toast for us.
[ 'Us' being the operative word, because if there's another thing he knows about Alhaitham, it's that he very likely hasn't had anything this morning other than coffee either. ]
And then... do you have plans for the day?
[ "Or can we lounge around the apartment like this while I kiss you over and over?" goes unsaid— but for once he's confident the scribe will read correctly between the lines. ]
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Still, in the end he pouts just a little, although the effect is definitely ruined at least in part by the curious quirk of his eyebrow, the hint of a curve at the corners of his lips at the suggestion that he works hard and rises to the challenge, because he knows Alhaitham well enough to know that his wording had to be deliberate.
Just as he knows him well enough to know that "you should probably eat something" is liable to be non-negotiable despite it sounding like a suggestion, despite the fact that he's not sure how much he can eat without his stomach making a noisy— and messy— protest. And most importantly despite him not wanting to move, because he's oddly comfortable like this, wrapped up in Alhaitham's arms, on his lap, on the top of a bar chair.
Yet at the same time, "but first" speaks to a kind of reward for doing those things he needs to do, doesn't it?
And so it's reluctantly that Kaveh withdraws his hands and disentangles himself from Alhaitham— although his movements are slower than they should be, interrupted and punctuated with stolen kisses— setting his bare feet on the floor and padding around to the other side of the bar counter to consider his (limited, on account of his stomach) options. ]
I'll make some toast for us.
[ 'Us' being the operative word, because if there's another thing he knows about Alhaitham, it's that he very likely hasn't had anything this morning other than coffee either. ]
And then... do you have plans for the day?
[ "Or can we lounge around the apartment like this while I kiss you over and over?" goes unsaid— but for once he's confident the scribe will read correctly between the lines. ]