user2.718: Of course. user2.718: It's always good with you.
[It was good, despite him not being able to finish. The lack of a climax doesn't necessarily mean the session wasn't good. Alhaitham is too rational to think otherwise.
He watches him carefully, at the relaxed state of his neck, how he swallows hard over that last message. Too much?
Alhaitham smiles.]
user2.718: If you want to keep to the theme you can call me Euler. user2.718: But as for any nicknames, I will defer to you.
[ He feels the name out, smiles as he says it. He always knew Mister E would understand his private joke, but to hear him say the name makes him almost as proud as the other's statement that it's always good with him.
Besides, it might be easier to cry out than a single letter.
Kaveh bites at his lower lip, worrying at it for a moment or two before he looks back up at the camera, considering. ]
Then... Euler, if it's okay with you, I'd like to make this more of a normal thing. Private streams, I mean. I'll still do my regular streams too but.. I enjoy talking with you, and spending time with you..
[Oh. He wants to do this more often? Making this a regular thing sounds like wonders to Alhaitham, it could mean an easier way of keeping in touch with Kaveh even if he avoids him in campus. And yet he can't help but feel like this may be a bit too much.
Except.]
user2.718: I'd like that. user2.718: I'd like that a lot. user2.718: But I have some conditions. user2.718: If we're making it a regular thing, I'd like to be able to tip you. user2.718: You told me you don't have a lot of time, and I don't think it would be good for you if I took it away without some return from it. user2.718: Not that this isn't rewarding for me, or any of us. It is. user2.718: I believe your mod would also agree.
[ There's a moment of silence where no doubt Alhaitham sees the self-doubt and displeasure creep over Kaveh's face. user2.718 wants to pay him for his time? Is this just transactional after all? As always, he's placed too much importance on this, built it up into something it's not, and Mister Eβ it's not his fault, he was just getting carried away with a streamer's attention andβ
(Oh god was Alhaitham right?)
But then the other keeps typing, explains his reasoning, and Kaveh forgets that he's supposed to be upset, his expression softening as he reads.
It's not like it sounded, it's just...
He bites his lip. ]
Euler, you..
[ There's a moment of silence, conflicted eyes peering into the camera before he finally nods. ]
[Ah, of course he'd be conflicted. He already felt pitiful back at the bar for thinking that Mister E, now Euler, was a paying customer. One of his viewers.
Alhaitham's heart aches.]
user2.718: It's for your safety and well-being, Pharos. user2.718: Nothing else. user2.718: I promise.
[ He's quiet for a moment longer, but then he nods again. ]
Okay. I trust you, and.. and I wanna see you more often, so. I accept. Next time, I'll make sure the tip jar is set up when we start. Okay?
[ And he smiles. No matter how unsure he feels about this on one level, he really does believe what Euler says on the other, trusts that he is looking out for his best interests. ]
[Alhaitham sighs. He knows this is necessary because if it comes out that Kaveh is seeing one of his viewers on the regular for free, people will probably demand the same. If Euler is seen as a VIP, then all the better.
He knows it's tricky, they're walking on weird, crackling ice, that they don't know if it's thin or not.]
user2.718: Don't look like that. user2.718: It makes me want to take care of you.
[ And despite the worries, he finds that his smile only grows more as he leans into the camera, blows it a sweet, brief kiss. ]
Thank you, Euler. I'm looking forward to next time too.
[ And with another smile, he closes the stream. It's not until the stream indicator disappears that he leans forward with a groan, pressing his forehead into his hands.
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[It was good, despite him not being able to finish. The lack of a climax doesn't necessarily mean the session wasn't good. Alhaitham is too rational to think otherwise.
He watches him carefully, at the relaxed state of his neck, how he swallows hard over that last message. Too much?
Alhaitham smiles.]
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[ He feels the name out, smiles as he says it. He always knew Mister E would understand his private joke, but to hear him say the name makes him almost as proud as the other's statement that it's always good with him.
Besides, it might be easier to cry out than a single letter.
Kaveh bites at his lower lip, worrying at it for a moment or two before he looks back up at the camera, considering. ]
Then... Euler, if it's okay with you, I'd like to make this more of a normal thing. Private streams, I mean. I'll still do my regular streams too but.. I enjoy talking with you, and spending time with you..
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Except.]
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(Oh god was Alhaitham right?)
But then the other keeps typing, explains his reasoning, and Kaveh forgets that he's supposed to be upset, his expression softening as he reads.
It's not like it sounded, it's just...
He bites his lip. ]
Euler, you..
[ There's a moment of silence, conflicted eyes peering into the camera before he finally nods. ]
...Okay.
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Alhaitham's heart aches.]
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Okay. I trust you, and.. and I wanna see you more often, so. I accept. Next time, I'll make sure the tip jar is set up when we start. Okay?
[ And he smiles. No matter how unsure he feels about this on one level, he really does believe what Euler says on the other, trusts that he is looking out for his best interests. ]
..Thank you.
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He knows it's tricky, they're walking on weird, crackling ice, that they don't know if it's thin or not.]
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I'm okay, I promise. I'm just being selfish. But I understand why you're saying that we should do it this way.
[ There's more than one reason, really. It's a good suggestion, as much as Kaveh wants to hate it. ]
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Thank you, Euler. I'm looking forward to next time too.
[ And with another smile, he closes the stream. It's not until the stream indicator disappears that he leans forward with a groan, pressing his forehead into his hands.
What has he gotten himself into? ]