[The scribe's brow pinches into a soft frown of concentration as the older man's actions start to stir him, the arousal rising quickly against his fragile, half-asleep sense of self-control. He huffs lightly again and closes a hand around Kaveh's wrist, once again not trying to stop him but clearly subconsciously attempting to gain some control over the situation.]
That's right.
[He has been keeping track of the time - as best he can anyway - but he hadn't really marked the current point in it as anything significant. Alhaitham studies Kaveh's face for a moment, head tilting slightly.]
Is that important to you?
[He's always been so emotional that way, so... probably.]
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That's right.
[He has been keeping track of the time - as best he can anyway - but he hadn't really marked the current point in it as anything significant. Alhaitham studies Kaveh's face for a moment, head tilting slightly.]
Is that important to you?
[He's always been so emotional that way, so... probably.]