[Alhaitham frowns, his mouth instinctively parting at the touch, the angle of Kaveh's hand making it invisible in his line of sight and startling the scribe an increment. He shakes his head and plucks something absently from the lock on the side of Kaveh's face. The look he gives him is narrowed, his eyelids heavy with the thick air that rests on their skin, heavier with the breaths of their whispers to each other, the warmth of their bodies together. He's fond, because, of course, Kaveh would pick giving a reward to Alhaitham instead of demanding one for himself.] You're rewarding me on both results. There must be a benefit for you in one of them.
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