None of the alcohol was "downed without a second thought".
[ And yes, Kaveh makes quotation marks in the air with his fingers as he huffs out the words, voice argumentative and arch despite the contented little smile on his lips, the way he practically melts back into the gust of breath at his neck. ]
I was only drinking in the first place to try to forget about the way I was feeling. Something for which, I might add, you are responsible.
[ There is of course something deeper to unpack there, even if the architect will never admit it even to himself. Kaveh has had a habit of getting drunk when depressed for a long time now, and this latest reason is just one more symptom rather than the root cause.
But a symptom eased is a symptom all but forgotten, and this particular ailment has been alleviated by the muscled arms around his waist and the lips at his neck and the low rumbling voice admitting that Alhaitham doesn't want to let him go. His brain, caught up in the warmth permeating through the moment, is too content to worry back over his debt or his reputation or any of those other issues in his life that exacerbate his bad habits.
And with the stove off again, so too has it given up on worrying about the toast; Kaveh turns once more in Alhaitham's arms and just looks at him in comfortable silence for a few seconds before grazing his lips over the taller man's, a warm little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. ]
Then don't.
[ Time and coffee are already working in his favor, and while there's no denying that food would help him further, he can't say he minds putting it off a little in favor of enjoying Alhaitham like this. He's going to feel sick for a while regardless, so what does it matter?
His arms loop around the scribe's neck and lock at its nape as Kaveh presses another kiss to the corner of his lips. ]
no subject
[ And yes, Kaveh makes quotation marks in the air with his fingers as he huffs out the words, voice argumentative and arch despite the contented little smile on his lips, the way he practically melts back into the gust of breath at his neck. ]
I was only drinking in the first place to try to forget about the way I was feeling. Something for which, I might add, you are responsible.
[ There is of course something deeper to unpack there, even if the architect will never admit it even to himself. Kaveh has had a habit of getting drunk when depressed for a long time now, and this latest reason is just one more symptom rather than the root cause.
But a symptom eased is a symptom all but forgotten, and this particular ailment has been alleviated by the muscled arms around his waist and the lips at his neck and the low rumbling voice admitting that Alhaitham doesn't want to let him go. His brain, caught up in the warmth permeating through the moment, is too content to worry back over his debt or his reputation or any of those other issues in his life that exacerbate his bad habits.
And with the stove off again, so too has it given up on worrying about the toast; Kaveh turns once more in Alhaitham's arms and just looks at him in comfortable silence for a few seconds before grazing his lips over the taller man's, a warm little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. ]
Then don't.
[ Time and coffee are already working in his favor, and while there's no denying that food would help him further, he can't say he minds putting it off a little in favor of enjoying Alhaitham like this. He's going to feel sick for a while regardless, so what does it matter?
His arms loop around the scribe's neck and lock at its nape as Kaveh presses another kiss to the corner of his lips. ]
Just be here with me like this.