[ is the quick, flat reply to kaveh's question - could he say more, do more - and that kind of offer is so inexplicably him to a fault that the scribe nips it in the bud straightaway. whatever they'd been building together so far was something that they'd constructed in tandem, but alhaitham isn't blind; he sees the small things that the other does that he'd never even think of, the way that he phrases things more eloquently and diplomatically than the scribe ever would.
the last thing that he wants is for kaveh to do more on top of the more he already does everywhere else. ]
It was nothing you did or didn't do, it was the circumstances we were given. [ a sigh, as he distantly considers revisiting dori to heist the money back. ] I suppose that's part of who I will always be too; I doubt there'll ever be a time where I wouldn't chase a theory if it pertained to something important to me.
[ the discomfort of the conversation is still present like a thick blanket draped over his body, and as a distraction response the taller man runs a hand through his unkempt hair in an attempt to smooth it back. in a measured tone edged with lethargy; ]
I don't know if anything I'm saying is helping, really. Where do things go from here? Do you move back in, and we act as if this was an idiotic misunderstanding? Do you stay wherever it is you're staying, and we start over?
[ after all, this was stretching beyond his knowledge of social constructs. it's not like he'd gone through relationships before, let alone semi-breakups, so he has no idea what an acceptable solution is. continuing with nonchalance; ]
As long as it results in this - [ he idly gestures between them: ] continuing, I love you, so I'm open to whatever solution you find most comfortable.
[ oh, and he doesn't even think about that as he says it, nor does he even notice. ]
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[ is the quick, flat reply to kaveh's question - could he say more, do more - and that kind of offer is so inexplicably him to a fault that the scribe nips it in the bud straightaway. whatever they'd been building together so far was something that they'd constructed in tandem, but alhaitham isn't blind; he sees the small things that the other does that he'd never even think of, the way that he phrases things more eloquently and diplomatically than the scribe ever would.
the last thing that he wants is for kaveh to do more on top of the more he already does everywhere else. ]
It was nothing you did or didn't do, it was the circumstances we were given. [ a sigh, as he distantly considers revisiting dori to heist the money back. ] I suppose that's part of who I will always be too; I doubt there'll ever be a time where I wouldn't chase a theory if it pertained to something important to me.
[ the discomfort of the conversation is still present like a thick blanket draped over his body, and as a distraction response the taller man runs a hand through his unkempt hair in an attempt to smooth it back. in a measured tone edged with lethargy; ]
I don't know if anything I'm saying is helping, really. Where do things go from here? Do you move back in, and we act as if this was an idiotic misunderstanding? Do you stay wherever it is you're staying, and we start over?
[ after all, this was stretching beyond his knowledge of social constructs. it's not like he'd gone through relationships before, let alone semi-breakups, so he has no idea what an acceptable solution is. continuing with nonchalance; ]
As long as it results in this - [ he idly gestures between them: ] continuing, I love you, so I'm open to whatever solution you find most comfortable.
[ oh, and he doesn't even think about that as he says it, nor does he even notice. ]