[ Alhaitham's back stiffens as he gets pulled into the hug, not having expected him to initiate physical contact like this—sure, Kaveh can get clingy at times when he has to carry him home after he's had too many drinks at Lambad's, but he's not like this when sober. It's not unwelcome though, and the tension seeps out of his spine as soon as the initial surprise passes and he makes no effort to disengage, letting the hug run its course.
His hands hover awkwardly above Kaveh's back, not quite sure where to land, or even if they should—and before he can come to a decision, Kaveh has already stepped away. Damn. He doesn't particularly enjoy physical affection, but Kaveh continues to be the exception and he would have liked it to last a little longer. He drops his hands back to his sides and watches Kaveh take a sip, his brow lifting with a touch of barely perceptible confusion at the nickname. What prompted this? Did his crisis stir feelings of nostalgia for years gone by, before their friendship shattered? ]
Remember to repeat that two more times before the day is over. [ Earnest thanks, etc. He considers asking what prompted the nickname, but instead turns around. ]
I'll go pack the picnic basket.
[ And with that, he disappears into the kitchen to pack some picnic food—some fresh fruit, a half-eaten box of kolompeh, and of course the cake—and put on a fresh pot of coffee to put in a thermos. It won't be anything particularly elegant since he didn't plan ahead of time, but hopefully Kaveh won't mind as long as it tastes good. He considers packing a bottle of wine as well, but decides against it. Even if one shared bottle won't be enough to get either of them drunk, it's better if he doesn't give the man anything alcoholic.
Once he finishes packing, he returns to the living room, basket hanging from his left arm. ]
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His hands hover awkwardly above Kaveh's back, not quite sure where to land, or even if they should—and before he can come to a decision, Kaveh has already stepped away. Damn. He doesn't particularly enjoy physical affection, but Kaveh continues to be the exception and he would have liked it to last a little longer. He drops his hands back to his sides and watches Kaveh take a sip, his brow lifting with a touch of barely perceptible confusion at the nickname. What prompted this? Did his crisis stir feelings of nostalgia for years gone by, before their friendship shattered? ]
Remember to repeat that two more times before the day is over. [ Earnest thanks, etc. He considers asking what prompted the nickname, but instead turns around. ]
I'll go pack the picnic basket.
[ And with that, he disappears into the kitchen to pack some picnic food—some fresh fruit, a half-eaten box of kolompeh, and of course the cake—and put on a fresh pot of coffee to put in a thermos. It won't be anything particularly elegant since he didn't plan ahead of time, but hopefully Kaveh won't mind as long as it tastes good. He considers packing a bottle of wine as well, but decides against it. Even if one shared bottle won't be enough to get either of them drunk, it's better if he doesn't give the man anything alcoholic.
Once he finishes packing, he returns to the living room, basket hanging from his left arm. ]