[ There's no point in Kaveh getting mad when Alhaitham agrees with him, even if he might have normally. They both know that what he said is true, and honestly he just feels lucky that the other is here with him despite that.
But then Alhaitham keeps talking, listing all his perceived flawsβ not in his usual, no-nonsense matter-of-fact tone but in a way that leaves Kaveh stunned for once rather than defensive, feeling the kiss pressed to his hand, watching the way the other's eyes lower, and...
The architect's eyes fill with fresh tears, and before he can quite stop himself, he's shifted, pulled his hand free so that both arms can wind around Alhaitham's shoulders, his face pressing down into the soft blue shirt in the next moment. Despite being in essence a list of all the things wrong with him, it's perhaps the most romantic thing the scribe could have said.
Not to mention the one thing that can make Kaveh believe more than anything else. Any attempt to lessen the flaws of someone who believes in them so strongly would never have gone down well. ]
When I'm done crying I'll think of something pretty to say to you, [ he mumbles into the other's shoulder. ] But I love you too.
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But then Alhaitham keeps talking, listing all his perceived flawsβ not in his usual, no-nonsense matter-of-fact tone but in a way that leaves Kaveh stunned for once rather than defensive, feeling the kiss pressed to his hand, watching the way the other's eyes lower, and...
The architect's eyes fill with fresh tears, and before he can quite stop himself, he's shifted, pulled his hand free so that both arms can wind around Alhaitham's shoulders, his face pressing down into the soft blue shirt in the next moment. Despite being in essence a list of all the things wrong with him, it's perhaps the most romantic thing the scribe could have said.
Not to mention the one thing that can make Kaveh believe more than anything else. Any attempt to lessen the flaws of someone who believes in them so strongly would never have gone down well. ]
When I'm done crying I'll think of something pretty to say to you, [ he mumbles into the other's shoulder. ] But I love you too.