[ There's certainly something optimistic about the idea of being able to relax with a hangover— at least for the next few hours, anyway— but it's just that kind of a morning, Kaveh feeling good despite his body decidedly not.
...Although quite possibly the bare chest brushing lightly against his back has something to do with that. For his part, once the bread is in the pan, he can't help but lean back into the scribe a little, an extra weight against his chest that only lends more credence to the domesticity of the aura around the two of them. Kaveh's too smart to think that this ceasefire will be something permanent— even dating, Alhaitham is liable to drive him insane from time to time (and, is the begrudging post-script, vice-versa)— but at least for now it's nice.
More than nice.
He finds himself turning around to loop arms around the scribe's neck, the toasting bread temporarily put to the side in his mind— he's got a few minutes before he needs to flip it over anyway— and shaking his head; and he doesn't roll his eyes this time, but the expression on his face indicates his feeling just as well. Alhaitham is pushing, nudging, making suggestions knowing all too well what Kaveh wants from him and ugh. Maybe this isn't as much of a ceasefire as he originally thought.
Either way, his options are: to not say what he wants and likely miss out, because Alhaitham is as stubborn as a sumpter beast; or to suck it up and be honest despite the discomfort in doing so.
So he holds Alhaitham's gaze, another slight shake of his head accompanying his words as he answers: ] No. No debate, no social engagements. Just you and me, like this. [ He already tried "like this", though, didn't he? And that didn't work.
It's harder to say aloud than he would like. Until now, until this, he's never been the type to be backward in coming forward; he knows what he wants, says what he wants, does what he wants. Yet somehow his feelings became a secret as important to hide as his bankruptcy, and now that they're out there they still feel fragile and new and like even the slightest wrong move will send everything tumbling down.
It will take some time. That's all. Time to adjust to the knowledge that the other man isn't standing in front of him like this because he has to, but because he wants to.
Kaveh sighs, and sure enough his eyes start wandering away from Alhaitham's all by themselves. If the scribe wants him to squirm, then he's got his wish. ]
Just. Sit around. Enjoy each other. Make out. Maybe more, once I feel better.
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...Although quite possibly the bare chest brushing lightly against his back has something to do with that. For his part, once the bread is in the pan, he can't help but lean back into the scribe a little, an extra weight against his chest that only lends more credence to the domesticity of the aura around the two of them. Kaveh's too smart to think that this ceasefire will be something permanent— even dating, Alhaitham is liable to drive him insane from time to time (and, is the begrudging post-script, vice-versa)— but at least for now it's nice.
More than nice.
He finds himself turning around to loop arms around the scribe's neck, the toasting bread temporarily put to the side in his mind— he's got a few minutes before he needs to flip it over anyway— and shaking his head; and he doesn't roll his eyes this time, but the expression on his face indicates his feeling just as well. Alhaitham is pushing, nudging, making suggestions knowing all too well what Kaveh wants from him and ugh. Maybe this isn't as much of a ceasefire as he originally thought.
Either way, his options are: to not say what he wants and likely miss out, because Alhaitham is as stubborn as a sumpter beast; or to suck it up and be honest despite the discomfort in doing so.
So he holds Alhaitham's gaze, another slight shake of his head accompanying his words as he answers: ] No. No debate, no social engagements. Just you and me, like this. [ He already tried "like this", though, didn't he? And that didn't work.
It's harder to say aloud than he would like. Until now, until this, he's never been the type to be backward in coming forward; he knows what he wants, says what he wants, does what he wants. Yet somehow his feelings became a secret as important to hide as his bankruptcy, and now that they're out there they still feel fragile and new and like even the slightest wrong move will send everything tumbling down.
It will take some time. That's all. Time to adjust to the knowledge that the other man isn't standing in front of him like this because he has to, but because he wants to.
Kaveh sighs, and sure enough his eyes start wandering away from Alhaitham's all by themselves. If the scribe wants him to squirm, then he's got his wish. ]
Just. Sit around. Enjoy each other. Make out. Maybe more, once I feel better.