[Mouthing absently at the skin in front of him, Alhaitham curls close, only reaching to bring a cover to drape over their forms. He's warm, but he shivers still, his mind unwilling to pick back up no matter how he tries, and stopping to try after a second or so. This is safety, this is peace, this is the closing and opening of a chapter. He nuzzles into Kaveh, eyes closed, legs tangled, his arms softening but not releasing. He croaks out a soft question if Kaveh is alright, and it feels like the only question that has always mattered.]
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