[ Silence, as Kaveh's entire response is to close his eyes; a pained, silent confirmation that lasts for several seconds before the blonde realizes that with his head turned like this, Alhaitham probably can't see him anyway. He swallows, and straightens his back slightly, ignoring the lingering sensation left by the telltale twitch of those fingers. ]
Yeah. [ His voice is little more than a whisper. ] That's how I feel.
[ He has to fight down the sudden rush of words that rise to his lips, the urge to keep talking, to tell Alhaitham that because he's worried, he just won't say anything at all, that nevermind he made a mistake, that this whole thing is stupid and he's sorry to bother him in the first placeβ Instead, he takes another shaky breath, forces himself to stay silent until the urge passes, fingers twisting and untwisting in his lap. ]
I know that it's probably a stupid worry, but I can't get it out of my head.
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Yeah. [ His voice is little more than a whisper. ] That's how I feel.
[ He has to fight down the sudden rush of words that rise to his lips, the urge to keep talking, to tell Alhaitham that because he's worried, he just won't say anything at all, that nevermind he made a mistake, that this whole thing is stupid and he's sorry to bother him in the first placeβ Instead, he takes another shaky breath, forces himself to stay silent until the urge passes, fingers twisting and untwisting in his lap. ]
I know that it's probably a stupid worry, but I can't get it out of my head.