[ It's probably something of a miracle that Kaveh doesn't bolt, in the long run. Certainly, the desire to do so exists, strong and beating in sync with his heart, but the respect and love he holds for Tighnari holds him back, keeps him in the tub despite the growing panic in his gut.
And so he's still there when the other comes back in, eyes closed against the tears threatening to well in their depths; they open for a moment at the sound of the cup placed gently on the lip of the tub, close again at the feel of fingers in his hair, and he nods at the words, swallowing against the thickness in his throat. ]
Yeah... okay. That sounds... that would be nice. Thanks.
[ His fingers are trembling as they reach for the cup, taking it in both hands to bring it to his lips. ]
no subject
And so he's still there when the other comes back in, eyes closed against the tears threatening to well in their depths; they open for a moment at the sound of the cup placed gently on the lip of the tub, close again at the feel of fingers in his hair, and he nods at the words, swallowing against the thickness in his throat. ]
Yeah... okay. That sounds... that would be nice. Thanks.
[ His fingers are trembling as they reach for the cup, taking it in both hands to bring it to his lips. ]