[ Kaveh is in his arms, warm and safe, and Alhaitham has a moment of wondering why it took so long to get him here. His heart still hurts, this all feels a bit too much and he finds himself holding Kaveh just a little tighter when he feels the wet tears seeping into his shirt. His fingers curl into Kaveh's hair, cradling his head and he closes his eyes, lowering his head to press his face into Kaveh's hair and breathe him in. The arm around Kaveh holds him tightly and when he feels Kaveh's arms loop around him in return, he relaxes somewhat.
Alhaitham's mind slowly works through the knot that is this conversation. At first, it was Kaveh chasing him for an answer to his slip up. What else could Alhaitham be for Kaveh? And then Kaveh was upset because he said they weren't friends. Which they aren't, they aren't, and Alhaitham doesn't want to be friends. He wants much more than that from Kaveh. But even then, Kaveh kept chasing him for an answer and Alhaitham could only ask what did Kaveh even want from him? Which had Kaveh running instead, trying to put distance between them.
Alhaitham isn't... stupid. There's something here. The two of them are avoiding saying something to each other, something that would change their relationship. Alhaitham knows what he's avoiding but what is it that Kaveh's avoiding? It doesn't matter what I want, he said and Alhaitham's mind fixates on it, trying to pull apart what Kaveh means and see if he can find an answer there.
But his own heart is beating a little too fast, feeling a little too raw, to clearly think through this. Kaveh is in his arms and that's all Alhaitham wants. He wants to hold Kaveh, to make everything better, to feel like the two of them aren't going to be apart anytime soon. His arms curl a little tighter around the smaller man and he sighs.
His voice comes, mumbled slightly. ]
If you want us to be friends, we're friends. If you don't want that, just tell me what you do want.
[ And he'll give it to him. He'd give Kaveh anything. ]
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Alhaitham's mind slowly works through the knot that is this conversation. At first, it was Kaveh chasing him for an answer to his slip up. What else could Alhaitham be for Kaveh? And then Kaveh was upset because he said they weren't friends. Which they aren't, they aren't, and Alhaitham doesn't want to be friends. He wants much more than that from Kaveh. But even then, Kaveh kept chasing him for an answer and Alhaitham could only ask what did Kaveh even want from him? Which had Kaveh running instead, trying to put distance between them.
Alhaitham isn't... stupid. There's something here. The two of them are avoiding saying something to each other, something that would change their relationship. Alhaitham knows what he's avoiding but what is it that Kaveh's avoiding? It doesn't matter what I want, he said and Alhaitham's mind fixates on it, trying to pull apart what Kaveh means and see if he can find an answer there.
But his own heart is beating a little too fast, feeling a little too raw, to clearly think through this. Kaveh is in his arms and that's all Alhaitham wants. He wants to hold Kaveh, to make everything better, to feel like the two of them aren't going to be apart anytime soon. His arms curl a little tighter around the smaller man and he sighs.
His voice comes, mumbled slightly. ]
If you want us to be friends, we're friends. If you don't want that, just tell me what you do want.
[ And he'll give it to him. He'd give Kaveh anything. ]