[ Kaveh yelps as they go so abruptly from sitting together to him being literally carried, his arms tight around the other's shoulders as he attempts to brace himself against Alhaitham in some way, not wanting either to fall or to overbalance him. Only once they're moving does he have time to register the whispered words against his ear and the teasing about him being a genius. He laughs, and nuzzles at the side of his jaw once more. ]

In the morning, I'll clean up so you can get a start on your draft. [ It's perhaps the most conciliatory he's ever been about chores, but he's feeling good in a way he's never felt before. ] And then maybe we can go out somewhere for lunch—

[ He pauses, thoughtful, and then shakes his head. ]

—No, I'll cook. I want to be alone with you.