[The scale of what he's asking does not escape him. Between kisses, nips, weaving his fingers through Kaveh's hair, Alhaitham knows that the ask is monumental. But for Kaveh, who's unsure of who and what they are, who keeps asking why and how, he knows something like this is an extent of his trust. A request to look forward, rather than back, for at least a while.]
I'm very sure. [He mumbles by his ear, then pulls back to look at Kaveh in the eye.] I trust your judgement.
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I'm very sure. [He mumbles by his ear, then pulls back to look at Kaveh in the eye.] I trust your judgement.