[While Kaveh is skimming over the things he jotted down, Alhaitham allows himself to drop his forehead against his shoulder. He breathes him in, all soap and shampoo and Kaveh, and he thinks he could compare this moment to laying under a beam of sunlight at the end of a busy day.]
'Crying'? [His eyebrows and head shoot up, and Alhaitham is genuinely surprised. He cradles Kaveh in his arms close, tilting himself so he can peer at the architect better.] Was it that bad?
[He knows it's not, but still it's better than asking if it's that good.]
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'Crying'? [His eyebrows and head shoot up, and Alhaitham is genuinely surprised. He cradles Kaveh in his arms close, tilting himself so he can peer at the architect better.] Was it that bad?
[He knows it's not, but still it's better than asking if it's that good.]