[ The agreement is met with a sigh of relief— there was a part of him genuinely expecting Alhaitham to insist again that he should go to the party, and he's glad to be proven wrong. Still more into the pillow than to the room, he murmurs a "thank you" that can barely be heard; at the very least, however, he doesn't bury himself back in its depths, but stays where he is, looking half at Alhaitham and half at the kitchen beyond him as he mulls over the other's question.

What would he like to do? The truth is, he doesn't want to do anything. He's just feeling— he feels— ]

I just want to rest. [ Kaveh sighs, a brief close of his eyes as he lowers his head back against the pillow— not hiding, but reclining. He's not really thinking about what he's doing, or the words that come to his lips as he continues: ] Do you have any plans for the day? I'd like to... will you just rest with me, Alhaitham?

[ Perhaps it's selfish of him, asking to monopolize his roommate's time like this, for seeking Alhaitham's attention when it hasn't been offered to him— but doesn't he deserve one small boon from today, for reaching a milestone that makes him feel like he's wasted his life until this moment? Even if that boon is the tiniest fragment of attention from a single person—

(And no, there's nothing to stop him from seeking that recognition from others, like he has before, but they're not him, not the person he wants to look at him and only him, not the man with whom he's been in love since they were both boys and before Kaveh even knew what love is—)

His smile is weak, tired as he offers the other a way out of the request— because asking at all is selfish, but not giving a fair cause for rejection even more so: ] If you're busy, of course, you don't have to worry—