[ He blinks in shock when Alhaitham goes so quickly from post-orgasmic bliss to wide-eyed as he all but rushes from the shower and the bathroom both. He knows Alhaitham well enough to recognize the look of the man when he's on the verge of a breakthrough— normally, at least. In their current situation, though, with what's just happened between them, his brain isn't holding that information quite right, and he's left with the abrupt, surprise cold of the scribe's departure, even the brief, small kisses doing nothing to appease the anxious twist of his brain.
So when he turns off the shower and dries himself, a towel around his waist in turn, it's Alhaitham's room he goes to, not his; he stands in the doorway for a moment in silence, watching the other man as he scribbles notes over a page, dripping water everywhere in the process. ]
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So when he turns off the shower and dries himself, a towel around his waist in turn, it's Alhaitham's room he goes to, not his; he stands in the doorway for a moment in silence, watching the other man as he scribbles notes over a page, dripping water everywhere in the process. ]
...Alhaitham...?