[ is his curt response, pulling his wrist out of kaveh's grip like the touch seared his skin. here he was, doing his damned best to put all of this behind him in his best guess how, and he was being interrupted? perhaps his attitude is unwarranted, considering that this was largely his doing in the first place - he'd erred on the side of the other actually, genuinely, wanting a relationship, but in the end it had been every bit as alhaitham was himself. functional. practical. convenient.
the scribe takes a step back and sits heavily down on the sofa behind him, trying to physically exit from the conversation. this time he doesn't stumble, but he doesn't heed kaveh's suggestion either, the glass remaining firmly in his hand as he all but sits and waits for his former lover to do good on his statement and go clear his things.
if there are words, alhaitham certainly doesn't have them, so why bother? ever since he'd come across the plan that still lay unfurled on the floor in the darkness, his mind had been decidedly blank. nothing made sense to him, but yet these things rarely did anyway - because why would kaveh go to the extreme lengths of drawing up such an elaborate dream that he was happy to just walk away from? wouldn't planning a home, not just a house for the two of them indicate that there was supposed to be some future to it all?
how naïve alhaitham had been to let his walls down.
the sooner they could part ways properly, the better. he's not quite sure how this all fell apart so spectacularly, but judging by past experience, it was probably what he deserved. ]
Moreover, you don't need to worry about me. [ a long draught as his fingers tense into the cushion of the couch. ] Go do what you need to.
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[ is his curt response, pulling his wrist out of kaveh's grip like the touch seared his skin. here he was, doing his damned best to put all of this behind him in his best guess how, and he was being interrupted? perhaps his attitude is unwarranted, considering that this was largely his doing in the first place - he'd erred on the side of the other actually, genuinely, wanting a relationship, but in the end it had been every bit as alhaitham was himself. functional. practical. convenient.
the scribe takes a step back and sits heavily down on the sofa behind him, trying to physically exit from the conversation. this time he doesn't stumble, but he doesn't heed kaveh's suggestion either, the glass remaining firmly in his hand as he all but sits and waits for his former lover to do good on his statement and go clear his things.
if there are words, alhaitham certainly doesn't have them, so why bother? ever since he'd come across the plan that still lay unfurled on the floor in the darkness, his mind had been decidedly blank. nothing made sense to him, but yet these things rarely did anyway - because why would kaveh go to the extreme lengths of drawing up such an elaborate dream that he was happy to just walk away from? wouldn't planning a home, not just a house for the two of them indicate that there was supposed to be some future to it all?
how naïve alhaitham had been to let his walls down.
the sooner they could part ways properly, the better. he's not quite sure how this all fell apart so spectacularly, but judging by past experience, it was probably what he deserved. ]
Moreover, you don't need to worry about me. [ a long draught as his fingers tense into the cushion of the couch. ] Go do what you need to.