[ Alhaitham's frown is enough to show Kaveh that the other man didn't quite mean it the way it was taken; it's too late for him to apologize for the misunderstanding, though, nor does he think he could find the words. In moments like these, the space between their emotional bodies feels like an abyss, howling with cold dark winds.
Ironic perhaps, given the way Alhaitham's hand finds his shoulder, draws him closer as he leans back against the chair. Kaveh's face comes to a rest against his shoulder, the resultant, shuddering breath ghosting over the skin of the scribe's throat. ]
Mm, that doesn't sound like a "thank you", [ he murmurs with a laugh, instead of questioning the tug against the other's body. He's teasing, perhaps all he can do in the situation now that he's been left feeling guilty for misjudging Alhaitham's intent. ]
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Ironic perhaps, given the way Alhaitham's hand finds his shoulder, draws him closer as he leans back against the chair. Kaveh's face comes to a rest against his shoulder, the resultant, shuddering breath ghosting over the skin of the scribe's throat. ]
Mm, that doesn't sound like a "thank you", [ he murmurs with a laugh, instead of questioning the tug against the other's body. He's teasing, perhaps all he can do in the situation now that he's been left feeling guilty for misjudging Alhaitham's intent. ]