[ Despite himself, despite everything he's promised himself, Kaveh's breath catches when Alhaitham's hand reaches to cup his cheek. He tilts his head into the touch, his eyes closing— and again, he shouldn't, it flies in the face of everything he's been trying to do for the last however long, but when push comes to shove he can't help himself, not when his heart aches so badly.
Not when Alhaitham sounds— ]
Of course I'm upset. [ He looks back up at him, trying to ignore the warble in his own voice, the way that fresh tears immediately fill the space left behind by those the younger man swipes away. ] You... said we're not friends.
[ On the surface, it's an ironic complaint for Kaveh to make. He's the one who has always insisted against there being any sort of friendship left between them. He's the one who claims that he can't stand Alhaitham. He's the one who makes grand plans over and over again to move out, to finally be free.
But— ]
You've never said that before.
[ But it hurts. And maybe that makes him a coward when that hurt is always what he's been seeking, the chance to run from it before it's even begun, but he can't stand it. ]
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Not when Alhaitham sounds— ]
Of course I'm upset. [ He looks back up at him, trying to ignore the warble in his own voice, the way that fresh tears immediately fill the space left behind by those the younger man swipes away. ] You... said we're not friends.
[ On the surface, it's an ironic complaint for Kaveh to make. He's the one who has always insisted against there being any sort of friendship left between them. He's the one who claims that he can't stand Alhaitham. He's the one who makes grand plans over and over again to move out, to finally be free.
But— ]
You've never said that before.
[ But it hurts. And maybe that makes him a coward when that hurt is always what he's been seeking, the chance to run from it before it's even begun, but he can't stand it. ]