[With that bit of extra space, Alhaitham settles himself and pulls Kaveh warmly in against him. They're both hot and sweaty and sticky and he cannot quite shake the awareness of that damp spot behind him, but for once the scribe feels no urgency to move and rectify the situation.]
It's enough.
[Not to worry, Alhaitham is fluent in Drunk Kaveh and this is not too different.
He smiles a little and runs his fingers into Kaveh's hair, scratching lightly over his scalp.]
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It's enough.
[Not to worry, Alhaitham is fluent in Drunk Kaveh and this is not too different.
He smiles a little and runs his fingers into Kaveh's hair, scratching lightly over his scalp.]
You're not going to sleep in this mess.