[ He's pretty sure he knows what Alhaitham is doing. But he also knows the other man well enough to expect that he'll refuse to talk if Kaveh doesn't play along, and so he's obedient, closing his eyes as he curls in that little closer to him.

(For someone so tall and lean, he's surprisingly comfortable.)

He yawns again, silently, as that thumb starts to travel back and forth along his arm, and suddenly he realizes that he has no idea what exactly he wanted to talk about. ]

Mm. My eyes are closed, Alhaitham. See? That means we can talk now.

[ Talk... that's right. About this, and what they want to do about it. ]

You said that no matter what happens here, your heart is mine.