[ Of course Alhaitham's response to being told not to do something is to immediately do it. Kaveh's not sure why he's surprised when the scribe is known as a contrarian even among those with whom he is significantly less acquainted, but he is, a muted sound on his lips a frustrated mingling of that feeling with something much more acquiescent and accepting. The latter is all too evident in the way his body leans willingly back into the other's touch, left hand lifting to cover one of those locked over his stomach even as he sighs (and oh, it's such a pained, suffering sigh) and uses his right to remove the pan from the heat once more. ]
Mm, but it'll only take five minutes to toast bread, [ he points out, the pedantry something of a whine in the back of his throat. ] Buying the market out means putting on clothes, and leaving the house, and walking down there...
[ And Kaveh doesn't want to do any of those things. Kaveh wants to stay here, with Alhaitham tantalizingly close, a temptation he tells himself firmly that he can ignore for five minutes even as he knows that he can't. Realistically, the market option is probably wiser if only because in public they would both be forced to keep their hands at least partially to themselves, which would make it easier to focus on the task at hand.
The task, of course, being breakfast.
It's getting harder by the second to remember that.
Kaveh turns off the heat before letting his eyes close, sinking back fully into the circle of Alhaitham's arms with another sighβ this one notably soft and content. ]
Do we have to eat? Can't we just stay here like this?
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Mm, but it'll only take five minutes to toast bread, [ he points out, the pedantry something of a whine in the back of his throat. ] Buying the market out means putting on clothes, and leaving the house, and walking down there...
[ And Kaveh doesn't want to do any of those things. Kaveh wants to stay here, with Alhaitham tantalizingly close, a temptation he tells himself firmly that he can ignore for five minutes even as he knows that he can't. Realistically, the market option is probably wiser if only because in public they would both be forced to keep their hands at least partially to themselves, which would make it easier to focus on the task at hand.
The task, of course, being breakfast.
It's getting harder by the second to remember that.
Kaveh turns off the heat before letting his eyes close, sinking back fully into the circle of Alhaitham's arms with another sighβ this one notably soft and content. ]
Do we have to eat? Can't we just stay here like this?