[ I like caring for you, remember? I'm here because I want to be.

Another affirmation, another skip of Kaveh's heart, another splash of tears threatening to spill down his cheeks as he swallows. His fear, more mutinous than ever in the wake of his exhaustion, asks him darkly: for how long?, but somehow he's able to quell it for now, and Kaveh sighs, the release spilling twin tears onto his cheeks. The armor that Alhaitham has consistently been affording him is starting to do its job, his heart protecting him with the knowledge that he has someone even as his brain tries to fixate on all those who left before.

So he turns, wraps his arms around the younger man's waist, half-buries his face in his chest—only half, because he has to be able to look at the screen. ]

You should get one hard cheese and one soft. Maybe, for the soft, camembert? It's Fontanian, so it's the best place for us to eat it. [ And with that in mind... ] And for the same reason, we should definitely drink the Bordeaux. It's a mix of merlot and cabernet sauvignon, and if I remember correctly it's flavored with cherries and vanilla.