[ Tighnari might be thinking along the lines of taking a day at a time; for Kaveh, it's more about each moment. Each step on the way back to the other's place, each second ticking by alone as a bath is drawn for him, each instance of the pendulum swinging back and forth in his mind, traveling back and forth on an axis of indecision that leaves him feeling sicker with each oscillation.
To run, to pretend this conversation never happenedโ
Or the other option he can't allow himself to accept even in his own mind.
When his friend comes back from drawing the bath, Kaveh offers him a wan smile, a slight nod in response to his words. ]
Mm. Okay. ...Thanks.
[ He's not sure what else to say, so he pads quietly into the adjacent room, disrobing and slipping into the heated water. Against the gathering cold of the night, the warmth feels delightful against his skin, but it's a sensation a far second to the tangle of feelings in his stomach and chest.
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To run, to pretend this conversation never happenedโ
Or the other option he can't allow himself to accept even in his own mind.
When his friend comes back from drawing the bath, Kaveh offers him a wan smile, a slight nod in response to his words. ]
Mm. Okay. ...Thanks.
[ He's not sure what else to say, so he pads quietly into the adjacent room, disrobing and slipping into the heated water. Against the gathering cold of the night, the warmth feels delightful against his skin, but it's a sensation a far second to the tangle of feelings in his stomach and chest.
Archons, he feels like he's going to be sick. ]