[Eyes open, tendered by the haze of their post-coital bliss, by the words that Kaveh utters so unnecessarily. Alhaitham shakes his head, more to say that he shouldn't be worried about his own being (he's never felt better) and about not being able to realize how he feels to the point that he needs to apologize. He cradles the back of that golden head, holds the Architect close with a hum, as though he's sulking.] You shouldn't be sorry. It took you as long as you had to take.
[And that is fine by him, he doesn't say, but presses a kiss to his forehead.]
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[And that is fine by him, he doesn't say, but presses a kiss to his forehead.]