Mm. [ he acknowledges without words in lieu of taking another long drink from his coffee, the caffeine singing in his veins and chasing away the worst edges of the hangover. ] I hope you hung all those paintings straight.
[ the mattress dips as kaveh sits next to him on the bed, the graceful slant of his shoulder pressing against the scribe's own. one of the most frustrating things about the blonde was how perfectly together he always managed to look - unaffected and devastatingly beautiful even after the worst nights and most trying days. today, too, he looks simply radiant in the morning sumeru sunshine filtering through the window, long fingers angled around the round of his cup, while alhaitham is fully aware he looks like absolute shit.
fair enough too, considering to some degree, he still feels like shit, at least - physically. emotionally he's relieved, but even alhaitham isn't socially detached enough to think that what had transpired between them could be easily papered over or forgotten, much like their dramatic falling out after they'd written their cooperative thesis.
the taller man's eyes drop to the plate too, and even though he doesn't overly feel like eating he knows it's probably in his best interests to ingest something solid that wasn't alcohol or caffeine - so, with that even, unbothered expression of his, he takes a piece and bites into it.
it gives him a moment to think, turn over in his head how the atmosphere in the room feels like things had gone back to normal yet were completely different at the same time, only emphasised by kaveh's comment. after a brief silence, those intense teal irises fix back on the architect's face with a look far more focused than he felt. ]
This place feels strange without you in it. [ alhaitham offers, because he's still raw and unsettled by how much all of this had affected him, how quickly he'd sunk into ruin. of course he'd missed kaveh too. ] I hadn't realised just how many things you snuck in here.
[ and he finishes the slice of toast unhurriedly before following up: ]
no subject
[ the mattress dips as kaveh sits next to him on the bed, the graceful slant of his shoulder pressing against the scribe's own. one of the most frustrating things about the blonde was how perfectly together he always managed to look - unaffected and devastatingly beautiful even after the worst nights and most trying days. today, too, he looks simply radiant in the morning sumeru sunshine filtering through the window, long fingers angled around the round of his cup, while alhaitham is fully aware he looks like absolute shit.
fair enough too, considering to some degree, he still feels like shit, at least - physically. emotionally he's relieved, but even alhaitham isn't socially detached enough to think that what had transpired between them could be easily papered over or forgotten, much like their dramatic falling out after they'd written their cooperative thesis.
the taller man's eyes drop to the plate too, and even though he doesn't overly feel like eating he knows it's probably in his best interests to ingest something solid that wasn't alcohol or caffeine - so, with that even, unbothered expression of his, he takes a piece and bites into it.
it gives him a moment to think, turn over in his head how the atmosphere in the room feels like things had gone back to normal yet were completely different at the same time, only emphasised by kaveh's comment. after a brief silence, those intense teal irises fix back on the architect's face with a look far more focused than he felt. ]
This place feels strange without you in it. [ alhaitham offers, because he's still raw and unsettled by how much all of this had affected him, how quickly he'd sunk into ruin. of course he'd missed kaveh too. ] I hadn't realised just how many things you snuck in here.
[ and he finishes the slice of toast unhurriedly before following up: ]
You wanted to talk?