[At that, Alhaitham freezes. It's perhaps only a second. Half of it, even. Maybe even less so. The Scribe stops in his tracks, his nostrils flaring for that tiny instance—
—and his arms instead come to wrap tightly around Kaveh's middle and torso, his face burrowing against the architect's neck. Maybe Kaveh will be able to see a shade darker on a patch of Alhaitham's neck, the back of his ears. He only takes a deep, lung-rattling breath, as he squeezes the man in his arms like he's never before.
(Maybe, just maybe, he's done something similar when the darkest waves of grief hit one of them back then...)]
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—and his arms instead come to wrap tightly around Kaveh's middle and torso, his face burrowing against the architect's neck. Maybe Kaveh will be able to see a shade darker on a patch of Alhaitham's neck, the back of his ears. He only takes a deep, lung-rattling breath, as he squeezes the man in his arms like he's never before.
(Maybe, just maybe, he's done something similar when the darkest waves of grief hit one of them back then...)]
In a moment. I will. Just. One minute.