[ alhaitham listens, acquiescing to every reassuring gesture, absorbing every blow. without their rings and gloves, their fingers fold together easily. when kaveh holds his jaw, alhaitham's head tilts into the shape of his hand. aside from kaveh's carefully crafted monologue, the only other sound in the room comes from the flick of candlelight in the lamps nearby. all focus is on him.
none of what kaveh says is a surprise. their magnificent bridge still burned down to rubble; the new one is only now beginning to stabilize. kaveh is approaching from the other side and cautiously laying his hand in alhaitham's. there's still work to be done, things to unlearn, more to understand. for kaveh alone, alhaitham will put in every effort to earn his trust and finish what they began.
because he is the person that kaveh loves. time moved again because of him. kaveh feels safe with him. alhaitham saved him. kaveh stuns him into silence, eyes widening and lips parting. in a sea of words and ideas, every admission shines like a pearl. so much of what he says applies in reverse.
that brief smile melts him. alhaitham's hand settles over kaveh's wrist, holding it steady as he shuts his eyes and kisses the middle of his palm. he stays there for a moment, breathing in, letting reality sink into him like sunlight. he made so many accusations that kaveh knew his feelings all along, when at the same time, he knew kaveh's feelings just as well. there was always affection scattered in the complicated mess they'd made. it was only a matter of whether the affection outweighed the pain—something alhaitham can't discern without them being honest with each other.
he turns his head to look at kaveh again. ]
You say that like you're the only one who has weaknesses.
[ there's more than enough evidence of alhaitham being weak. not even the end of their friendship was enough to keep him from seeking kaveh out. ]
I could turn back almost every sentiment onto you. You have no frame of reference for it's like to watch someone you love burn themselves to the wick. People have to have their basic needs met first before they can get back on their feet. You would only continue to drown otherwise. I wouldn't let that happen, regardless of how you felt about me. I understand why you can't fully trust me, and you can resent me if you must, but I'm not going to regret what I'm doing.
[ he brushes his thumb over kaveh's hand. his voice goes quiet. ]
Your pride won't allow you to see that I never approached you out of pity. I've been saved by you before, just as you were.
[ he reaches up and draws away the strands of hair over kaveh's forehead with a fingertip. emerald eyes search over the unobstructed view of his face: the slope of his nose, the flare of his eyelashes, the irresistible red of his irises. alhaitham is very, very weak. ]
For once, I'll take my senior's advice into consideration. I'm not mincing my words this time, so listen carefully, Kshahrewar. I've been in love with you for longer than you realize. It doesn't matter who or what you think I should have. I only want you.
[ and there's zero chance that alhaitham will accept any less than what he wants.
finally, if kaveh allows, alhaitham leans forward and meets their lips in a deep, meaningful kiss. ]
[It would be easy, Kaveh thinks, to pull back. To turn his face away, to instead seize Alhaitham's points and argue with him until the sun comes up. That, too, is a show of love, regardless of the ages Kaveh spent pretending it wasn't. But they stopped making the safe, easy choices the moment they decided to finally, finally address what's been building between them all these years, so for once, Kaveh decides to bite back his retorts and let himself be loved.
Even though he saw it coming, the first kiss was shocking enough that Kaveh barely registered what was happening. He was too caught up in the cacophony of his emotions to really pay attention to the press of Alhaitham's mouth to his. He still feels a bit like an electric current inches away from a pool of water, but it's easier, this time, to push back his nerves and let himself be present in the moment. It's certainly much easier to express himself like this, rather than through words--to part his lips, encouraging; to slide his hands around to Alhaitham's nape and curl his fingers into the ends of his hair. He savors Alhaitham's warmth and pours his own emotions into the kiss in return. It's asking a lot of Alhaitham, handing him this tangled mess of guilt and gratitude, affection and shame, nervousness and relief and saying please understand me. But he trusts Alhaitham to do so, just as he always has before.
Kaveh is not the linguist between them, after all. He may speak Alhaitham's language, but Alhaitham understands the intricacies and nuances of his. Kaveh, on the other hand, has always done so much better with solid, tangible things, and this is just the same: every press of his lips to Alhaitham's says I love you, and there's a thank you carried on each quiet sigh.
Maybe they're a bit of mess. Maybe this isn't the beautiful, picturesque relationship Kaveh would've described, if asked what "love" looks like--but no carving, no sculpture, was made without a little violence.]
You're so stubborn. [Grumble grumble. He's just barely pulled away, though. Only enough to speak, and he can feel their mouths brush with every word.] You didn't have to corner me in the kitchen in the middle of the night.
[Bold words from the man who didn't leave his room all day]
[ years before sumeru could dream, a blond-haired senior convinced his young, silver-haired junior to celebrate the end of their mid-year exams at lambad's tavern. the establishment was already boisterous by the time they arrived, but with the help of a few drinks, alhaitham decided to brave the ordeal for the sake of kaveh's enjoyment. by the end of the evening's jubilations, kaveh was slumped against alhaitham's shoulder, winded after drinking two whole mugs of beer and drunkenly singing with his other classmates. alhaitham, four mugs in, watched with silent, unrepentant fondness as kaveh began to fall asleep.
it happened with hardly any thought, as simple as breathing. alhaitham collected memories he had of his senior with his nameless partners—his hands in their hair, the wash of pink on his cheeks, and the plush of his mouth when they stole kisses—and thought of, dreamed of himself in their place.
not even alhaitham's most vivid imaginings could compare to the real thing. when kaveh kisses him back for the first time, an age of unspoken affection wells up in alhaitham like a spring. he sets one hand against the side of kaveh's neck and wraps the other around his arm, as if to anchor him there. these kisses are another language in themselves, each word entirely new yet easy to understand. in every one, alhaitham quietly attempts to reply: don't leave again and let me take care of you and i love you too.
it takes effort not to continue the endless string of kisses when kaveh pulls away. thankfully, kaveh's grumbles tickle his lips, and alhaitham can't help but smile. eyes still closed, he murmurs back: ]
I didn't have many other options, given that you've been hiding in your room until this point.
[ calls him out. and steals another kiss, because he can't help it. ]
Knowing you, I'm sure you would have preferred something more romantic.
[Hey... listen... don't call him out so accurately
He GRUMBLES SOME MORE in an attempt to distract from his warm face and racing pulse, leaning his forehead against Alhaitham's. He's embarrassed, feeling far too exposed, too seen--but he doesn't want to pull away, either, so he can't decide how much to lash out. This is the worst actually maybe they should break up again!!!]
Hmph, as if. I know better than to think you have a single romantic bone in your body. I'd sooner think you possessed.
[He doesn't know what he would've done with himself if Alhaitham had done this in a more traditionally romantic sense, really. He certainly wouldn't have trusted or accepted it so easily (for a given definition of easy). Truthfully, this suits them--not that Kaveh will admit that out loud anytime soon. Baby steps...]
[ baby steps. alhaitham is just as new to all of this. it's tempting to open the floodgates of his affection and draw kaveh into its current, but he should ease kaveh into the idea of being loved unconditionally. he won't believe it all at once.
for now, he takes advantage of what's within his reach. as he listens, he runs his hand up into kaveh's hair, loosening the clips, and brushes a kiss over kaveh's cheek. sorry you're stuck with him!!! he's too in love!!! ]
I was planning to take the plate to your room before you came here. [ he leans back, getting a beautiful view of kaveh's blushing face as he opens his eyes. ] I would have confronted you there, though I wasn't expecting to confess my feelings for you at the same time.
[HE SHOULD'VE FLED WHEN HE HAD THE CHANCE!!! NOW HE'S TRAPPED... forced to endure an onslaught of kisses...]
That's--you didn't have to do that. [He mumbles, happiness and embarrassment warring with guilt and shame. He drops his head to tuck his face into Alhaitham's neck, speaking into Alhaitham's collarbone to hide.] I was just--I didn't want you to get caught up in my overthinking. I wasn't going to leave.
[Not that he's upset with the way things turn out, of course, but he at least wants to make that clear.]
after a while of keeping their distance, and despite the fact that the two of them were making out moments ago, their close proximity feels almost jarring. kaveh's face is hot against the bare skin of his neck, and he can feel each gust of breath over the lines of his throat. a few weeks ago, alhaitham would have accepted this more readily. knowing that kaveh is acts out of a sense of love and safety gives these gestures a whole new meaning.
he's happy too. just happy. alhaitham slides an arm around his shoulders and lays his hand over kaveh's golden hair. ]
I had no way of knowing that by observation alone. [ he murmurs, because it's the truth. he closes his eyes and carefully rests his cheekbone against kaveh's head. ] Which is why I knew we needed to talk face-to-face to find the crux of the issue. You convince yourself too often that your burdens are yours alone to bear.
[As always, instinctively, his first thought is simply, they are. Not because he doesn't trust Alhaitham--not even because he doesn't want to lean on him, even though that, as he'd said, is also true. To Kaveh, it is simply undeniable, objective fact: his problems are his responsibility. To share them with others, no matter the other details, is an imposition.
But he's... tried, since the game. With Kazuki's words lingering in his head, and Livio's--with the reminder of how much he'd failed Nahida and Shu that sixth week--with the memory of Alex's quiet judgment, and Eiden's firm shoulder pressed to his--he's tried to be less himself about it all. It helps, in a way, that Alhaitham saw him through the worst of it. The events of the game don't haunt him the way they used to, but so many things still feel trivial in comparison.
This, though... this is different. He knows Alhaitham's right, but--when it's Alhaitham, it's always been different.]
Haitham... [He sighs softly.] Bringing it up was going to change things between us no matter what. How could I be sure that it would turn out this way? [He shifts slightly, sliding one hand down to rest on Alhaitham's chest, as if to remind himself that this is real through the steady tangibility of Alhaitham's heartbeat.] At worst, you would've been angry or--alright, maybe not angry, since it's you, but uncomfortable. The best I could hope for was that you'd be dismissive, which you never are in those exceedingly rare instances I actually want you to be.
[And even that...
...
Softly--] Don't you realize I wouldn't have been able to bear it if you didn't care?
[Kaveh told himself that he refused to be the one to destroy their already-fragile relationship a second time. But deep in his heart, regardless of his refusal to acknowledge it, he'd known: Alhaitham's indifference would've been immeasurably worse.]
[ Alhaitham's heart drops. Alhaitham himself is pragmatic, already offering up questions; speaking up might have altered their relationship somewhat, but wouldn't keeping silent do just the same? Was Kaveh hoping to numb himself to his thoughts and emotions when that's been historically impossible?
But right now, Kaveh's hand is warm against the front of his shirt. He's reminding himself that Alhaitham's feelings for him are real. At the heart of it all, like Kaveh said, Kaveh loves Alhaitham enough to be hurt by him irreparably. Pragmatism and correctness and logic doesn't matter here. Kaveh is right to be fearful. They'd hurt each other that way once before. ]
Kaveh. [ He pries Kaveh's hand from his chest and holds it in his own. Then he pushes back his chair and stands. ] Let's move to the sitting room.
[ Kitchen tables and chairs are no place for this kind of conversation. A divan is unassuming enough, and he's not about to suggest one of their bedrooms. The situation still feels fragile.
And, if he's allowed, there's enough space there to comfortably gather Kaveh in his arms. ]
[As Alhaitham moves, Kaveh leans back, his eyes darting over Alhaitham face in concern. Had he misstepped? He doesn't think he's wrong, but that doesn't necessarily mean Alhaitham wanted to hear it. This is all still so fragile, after all--and despite what Kaveh sometimes says in the heat of the moment, he knows he isn't free of blame when it comes to the fights they've had.
Alhaitham doesn't look annoyed or hurt at his words, though. Kaveh can't always read him, and he's hesitant to make any more assumptions, especially tonight--but Alhaitham made sure to take his hand. That matters.]
...Okay.
[Slowly, he gets to his feet too. Alhaitham can lead; Kaveh's grip is loose, but he curls his fingers over Alhaitham's, unwilling to let go unless Alhaitham pulls away first.]
[ He guides them between the trio of daybeds and settles them both in the very middle—where Kaveh would normally sleep. Tucked away near the side of another divan is the folded blanket Alhaitham uses to cover him.
Once they're seated side-by-side, he keeps Kaveh's hand in his own and slides his other arm tentatively about his waist, if Kaveh allows it. He stares at their joined hands, letting his fingers flare and settle between each of Kaveh's, locking their palms together. He's not pulling away first either.
The more pragmatic answer to Kaveh's dilemma is this: that in pursuits of knowledge and understanding, no discoveries or breakthroughs can be made without a certain amount of risk involved. Kaveh is an intellectual, prioritizing practicality and utility and safety even before artistry, which Alhaitham greatly respects despite Kaveh's dubiousness. Kaveh has taken risks plenty of times in his lifetime. He knows better than to let fear (over something he demonstrably sees evidence for and chooses to ignore) govern his actions.
But Kaveh has been lied to, betrayed, traumatized. He is an intellectual, but he is foremost a human being who requires comfort and safety and support. If their feelings are to be believed, neither of them want to lose what remains of their relationship regardless of the pain and confusion it can bring. Kaveh will do what it takes to keep him, even if it hurts. Alhaitham will do, and has done, just the same. ]
I can understand your fear and uncertainty. [ There's no appendix to that. He understands. ] Until now, you've been left with the impression of my indifference and contempt, regardless of my true intentions. It makes sense to safeguard yourself against it when the nature of our relationship is put into question.
[ His thumb smooths over Kaveh's hand. He lifts his gaze up towards Kaveh's. ]
I will say this plainly for you as well so that it might dispel any lingering doubts in the future. I am not indifferent to you, nor so I have any intention of leaving you for as long as you're willing to have me.
[ I don't think I can, he could say, but even that feels too vulnerable. Sometimes you've been lovesick forever and no one else in your region measures up to that exceptional person and likely no one ever will in your lifetime. That's one absolute thing that Alhaitham is actually willing to accept. ]
If I still must earn your full trust and vulnerability, I can accept that and will endeavor to do so.
[Alhaitham's noticed the increase in Kaveh's physical affection since his return from the game; he goes willingly now, too, tucking himself into Alhaitham's side. It's not the first time he's done so even after moving into the house, but such occasions were relatively rare before he was pulled away to Shibuya. It was the sort of thing he only did at his most comfortable--when he wanted to read what Alhaitham was reading, or when he was dozing off, usually tipsy, and couldn't be bothered to drag himself to bed. After the game, once he'd (kind of) pulled himself together, he'd tried to keep his nightmares to himself--but there was only so much he could do to be mindful of Alhaitham's rest and comfort while wracked by the memories of Nahida being held under dark water, of repeatedly taking Alex and Eiden's alternate lives with his own hands, of the haunting smell of blood. The Kaveh trapped in those moments could only cling desperately to his anchor to reality--pressing against Alhaitham like this was the last of his concerns, registering only, as he'd said earlier, as safe. As home.
This is somewhere between the two--less dire than those flashbacks, but not as easy as their happier moments. Still, he doesn't feel particularly nervous or awkward as he fits himself to Alhaitham's side. Really, it's almost as though nothing's changed--well, no, that's not quite right. Rather... with the way things have finally clicked into place in the liminal space of this late hour, Kaveh feels a bit like he's dreaming. An odd sensation, given how long it took for them to regain that ability.
He fidgets a little until Alhaitham begins to speak. Then, he settles--listening quietly for once as he, too, gazes at their clasped hands. Though he's a naturally expressive person, he keeps his expression tightly schooled as Alhaitham lays out his thoughts. It isn't because he consciously wants to hide--it's simply a habit he developed at a young age, one that a single conversation, no matter how significant, can't break.
Though his face is neutral and his eyes are distant, inwardly, he aches. It hurts to hear Alhaitham accept so much responsibility, even though Kaveh had just told him that, more or less, he couldn't trust Alhaitham with his complicated feelings. But hadn't Kaveh spent so much of their time in school insisting to others that Alhaitham wasn't cold and indifferent, that you simply had to learn to read him, to look for his humor, his warmth, his kindness in other ways? Wasn't he the one who so quickly regretted what he'd said when they fought, the one who was too ashamed to beg Alhaitham to let him take it all back--too wounded by the truth to even try? Alhaitham's hurt him, yes, but surely Kaveh could've done better. He could've done so many things to stop himself from wrecking what they had, over and over. Even if he acknowledges Alhaitham's contribution to the mangling of their relationship, he can't not view himself as the bigger source of blame. His father, his mother, his classmates, Alhaitham--there is only one common factor amongst all of those who've left.
...But Alhaitham wouldn't have wanted him to fake it. Kaveh has undeniable proof of that. Alhaitham's gotten angry with him for hiding his wants and downplaying his needs plenty of times. If he'd smiled when he wanted to yell, Alhaitham would've seen right through it.
Even now, Alhaitham cuts through to the core of it all. Kaveh should've expected it, really. When has Alhaitham ever done anything else? But hearing I have no intention of leaving you so clearly and plainly--he wasn't prepared for that.
His throat constricts, and his eyes sting. He closes his eyes and tries, desperately, to breathe through his nose--but he can't hide the trembling of his lip, and his nails press into Alhaitham's hand without his awareness. He swallows hard.]
Don't... [He begins, and his voice is steady, but it clearly takes great effort to keep it that way.] Don't make it sound as though I'm blameless. I know I've hurt you too.
[A part of him wants Alhaitham to say it. That gnarled part of his heart fed by all of Kaveh's little hurts, self-inflicted or otherwise--the part that, in an awful way, takes comfort in the consistency of his suffering, that's convinced it's how the world should be--that part of him craves validation, desperate for Alhaitham to confirm that Kaveh, with all the cruelty he flung out, deserved to wade through all those fears and doubts. But Kaveh has no idea how to put that into words, so his fingers simply flex uselessly in Alhaitham's grip.]
...I don't want you to go. [Softly--less steady. He opens his mouth again, but the only thing he think of is, But I don't deserve to keep you, and he closes it again, lost. It is, he thinks distantly, probably horribly pathetic to need so many reassurances--but those thoughts war with memories of his parents, of their mutual lack of families, and all he can do is cling. His emotions and thoughts are both too jumbled for him to sort out on his own.]
[ Making you sound blameless wasn't my intention. We both have wounds from each other and facets of ourselves that need tempering.
It's on the tip of his tongue, like so many other tactless words from the rest of the evening. They dry up as Kaveh's voice begins to quiver and his eyes shine with tears.
So Alhaitham takes Kaveh's cheek in his hand and carefully thumbs away the suggestion of tears at the edge of his eye. Alhaitham leans forward, brushes his mouth past Kaveh's bangs, and presses an earnest kiss against his forehead. This is all Kaveh needs to say. He doesn't need to qualify it with any self-deprecation, like there's some unknown beast of karma always hanging over Kaveh's head, poised to strike any time he's selfish or finds happiness for once. ]
Good. [ He leans back and finds Kaveh's watery eyes with his. Kaveh said that Alhaitham's eyes are an anchor for him; that's hopefully true now, when he wants to ground Kaveh in this reality where he's loved. ] Because I want to be with you.
[ Kaveh's self-assessment doesn't matter. Kaveh knows how deeply Alhaitham considers every decision he makes, weighing the actions with the outcomes, factoring in unpredictability and all manner of consequences. He wants to be with Kaveh because he is Kaveh. And, again, god forbid Alhaitham ever does something he doesn't want to do.
He doesn't hold Kaveh's hand as tightly as Kaveh grips his, but he does briefly squeeze back in acknowledgment. Alhaitham's eyes soften, tapping into painful memories of the Akademiya—the only few that he'd ever allowed to cut him deeply following his grandmother's death. ]
You can still decide to leave here at any point, if that's what you want. Just know that although I would respect your decision, my preference was always to have you stay with me. I wouldn't have invited you to live here otherwise.
[ He doesn't want Kaveh to go either. An unabashedly selfish part of him wants Kaveh to consider this house his home. ]
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none of what kaveh says is a surprise. their magnificent bridge still burned down to rubble; the new one is only now beginning to stabilize. kaveh is approaching from the other side and cautiously laying his hand in alhaitham's. there's still work to be done, things to unlearn, more to understand. for kaveh alone, alhaitham will put in every effort to earn his trust and finish what they began.
because he is the person that kaveh loves. time moved again because of him. kaveh feels safe with him. alhaitham saved him. kaveh stuns him into silence, eyes widening and lips parting. in a sea of words and ideas, every admission shines like a pearl. so much of what he says applies in reverse.
that brief smile melts him. alhaitham's hand settles over kaveh's wrist, holding it steady as he shuts his eyes and kisses the middle of his palm. he stays there for a moment, breathing in, letting reality sink into him like sunlight. he made so many accusations that kaveh knew his feelings all along, when at the same time, he knew kaveh's feelings just as well. there was always affection scattered in the complicated mess they'd made. it was only a matter of whether the affection outweighed the pain—something alhaitham can't discern without them being honest with each other.
he turns his head to look at kaveh again. ]
You say that like you're the only one who has weaknesses.
[ there's more than enough evidence of alhaitham being weak. not even the end of their friendship was enough to keep him from seeking kaveh out. ]
I could turn back almost every sentiment onto you. You have no frame of reference for it's like to watch someone you love burn themselves to the wick. People have to have their basic needs met first before they can get back on their feet. You would only continue to drown otherwise. I wouldn't let that happen, regardless of how you felt about me. I understand why you can't fully trust me, and you can resent me if you must, but I'm not going to regret what I'm doing.
[ he brushes his thumb over kaveh's hand. his voice goes quiet. ]
Your pride won't allow you to see that I never approached you out of pity. I've been saved by you before, just as you were.
[ he reaches up and draws away the strands of hair over kaveh's forehead with a fingertip. emerald eyes search over the unobstructed view of his face: the slope of his nose, the flare of his eyelashes, the irresistible red of his irises. alhaitham is very, very weak. ]
For once, I'll take my senior's advice into consideration. I'm not mincing my words this time, so listen carefully, Kshahrewar. I've been in love with you for longer than you realize. It doesn't matter who or what you think I should have. I only want you.
[ and there's zero chance that alhaitham will accept any less than what he wants.
finally, if kaveh allows, alhaitham leans forward and meets their lips in a deep, meaningful kiss. ]
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Even though he saw it coming, the first kiss was shocking enough that Kaveh barely registered what was happening. He was too caught up in the cacophony of his emotions to really pay attention to the press of Alhaitham's mouth to his. He still feels a bit like an electric current inches away from a pool of water, but it's easier, this time, to push back his nerves and let himself be present in the moment. It's certainly much easier to express himself like this, rather than through words--to part his lips, encouraging; to slide his hands around to Alhaitham's nape and curl his fingers into the ends of his hair. He savors Alhaitham's warmth and pours his own emotions into the kiss in return. It's asking a lot of Alhaitham, handing him this tangled mess of guilt and gratitude, affection and shame, nervousness and relief and saying please understand me. But he trusts Alhaitham to do so, just as he always has before.
Kaveh is not the linguist between them, after all. He may speak Alhaitham's language, but Alhaitham understands the intricacies and nuances of his. Kaveh, on the other hand, has always done so much better with solid, tangible things, and this is just the same: every press of his lips to Alhaitham's says I love you, and there's a thank you carried on each quiet sigh.
Maybe they're a bit of mess. Maybe this isn't the beautiful, picturesque relationship Kaveh would've described, if asked what "love" looks like--but no carving, no sculpture, was made without a little violence.]
You're so stubborn. [Grumble grumble. He's just barely pulled away, though. Only enough to speak, and he can feel their mouths brush with every word.] You didn't have to corner me in the kitchen in the middle of the night.
[Bold words from the man who didn't leave his room all day]
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it happened with hardly any thought, as simple as breathing. alhaitham collected memories he had of his senior with his nameless partners—his hands in their hair, the wash of pink on his cheeks, and the plush of his mouth when they stole kisses—and thought of, dreamed of himself in their place.
not even alhaitham's most vivid imaginings could compare to the real thing. when kaveh kisses him back for the first time, an age of unspoken affection wells up in alhaitham like a spring. he sets one hand against the side of kaveh's neck and wraps the other around his arm, as if to anchor him there. these kisses are another language in themselves, each word entirely new yet easy to understand. in every one, alhaitham quietly attempts to reply: don't leave again and let me take care of you and i love you too.
it takes effort not to continue the endless string of kisses when kaveh pulls away. thankfully, kaveh's grumbles tickle his lips, and alhaitham can't help but smile. eyes still closed, he murmurs back: ]
I didn't have many other options, given that you've been hiding in your room until this point.
[ calls him out. and steals another kiss, because he can't help it. ]
Knowing you, I'm sure you would have preferred something more romantic.
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He GRUMBLES SOME MORE in an attempt to distract from his warm face and racing pulse, leaning his forehead against Alhaitham's. He's embarrassed, feeling far too exposed, too seen--but he doesn't want to pull away, either, so he can't decide how much to lash out. This is the worst actually maybe they should break up again!!!]
Hmph, as if. I know better than to think you have a single romantic bone in your body. I'd sooner think you possessed.
[He doesn't know what he would've done with himself if Alhaitham had done this in a more traditionally romantic sense, really. He certainly wouldn't have trusted or accepted it so easily (for a given definition of easy). Truthfully, this suits them--not that Kaveh will admit that out loud anytime soon. Baby steps...]
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for now, he takes advantage of what's within his reach. as he listens, he runs his hand up into kaveh's hair, loosening the clips, and brushes a kiss over kaveh's cheek. sorry you're stuck with him!!! he's too in love!!! ]
I was planning to take the plate to your room before you came here. [ he leans back, getting a beautiful view of kaveh's blushing face as he opens his eyes. ] I would have confronted you there, though I wasn't expecting to confess my feelings for you at the same time.
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That's--you didn't have to do that. [He mumbles, happiness and embarrassment warring with guilt and shame. He drops his head to tuck his face into Alhaitham's neck, speaking into Alhaitham's collarbone to hide.] I was just--I didn't want you to get caught up in my overthinking. I wasn't going to leave.
[Not that he's upset with the way things turn out, of course, but he at least wants to make that clear.]
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after a while of keeping their distance, and despite the fact that the two of them were making out moments ago, their close proximity feels almost jarring. kaveh's face is hot against the bare skin of his neck, and he can feel each gust of breath over the lines of his throat. a few weeks ago, alhaitham would have accepted this more readily. knowing that kaveh is acts out of a sense of love and safety gives these gestures a whole new meaning.
he's happy too. just happy. alhaitham slides an arm around his shoulders and lays his hand over kaveh's golden hair. ]
I had no way of knowing that by observation alone. [ he murmurs, because it's the truth. he closes his eyes and carefully rests his cheekbone against kaveh's head. ] Which is why I knew we needed to talk face-to-face to find the crux of the issue. You convince yourself too often that your burdens are yours alone to bear.
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But he's... tried, since the game. With Kazuki's words lingering in his head, and Livio's--with the reminder of how much he'd failed Nahida and Shu that sixth week--with the memory of Alex's quiet judgment, and Eiden's firm shoulder pressed to his--he's tried to be less himself about it all. It helps, in a way, that Alhaitham saw him through the worst of it. The events of the game don't haunt him the way they used to, but so many things still feel trivial in comparison.
This, though... this is different. He knows Alhaitham's right, but--when it's Alhaitham, it's always been different.]
Haitham... [He sighs softly.] Bringing it up was going to change things between us no matter what. How could I be sure that it would turn out this way? [He shifts slightly, sliding one hand down to rest on Alhaitham's chest, as if to remind himself that this is real through the steady tangibility of Alhaitham's heartbeat.] At worst, you would've been angry or--alright, maybe not angry, since it's you, but uncomfortable. The best I could hope for was that you'd be dismissive, which you never are in those exceedingly rare instances I actually want you to be.
[And even that...
...
Softly--] Don't you realize I wouldn't have been able to bear it if you didn't care?
[Kaveh told himself that he refused to be the one to destroy their already-fragile relationship a second time. But deep in his heart, regardless of his refusal to acknowledge it, he'd known: Alhaitham's indifference would've been immeasurably worse.]
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But right now, Kaveh's hand is warm against the front of his shirt. He's reminding himself that Alhaitham's feelings for him are real. At the heart of it all, like Kaveh said, Kaveh loves Alhaitham enough to be hurt by him irreparably. Pragmatism and correctness and logic doesn't matter here. Kaveh is right to be fearful. They'd hurt each other that way once before. ]
Kaveh. [ He pries Kaveh's hand from his chest and holds it in his own. Then he pushes back his chair and stands. ] Let's move to the sitting room.
[ Kitchen tables and chairs are no place for this kind of conversation. A divan is unassuming enough, and he's not about to suggest one of their bedrooms. The situation still feels fragile.
And, if he's allowed, there's enough space there to comfortably gather Kaveh in his arms. ]
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Alhaitham doesn't look annoyed or hurt at his words, though. Kaveh can't always read him, and he's hesitant to make any more assumptions, especially tonight--but Alhaitham made sure to take his hand. That matters.]
...Okay.
[Slowly, he gets to his feet too. Alhaitham can lead; Kaveh's grip is loose, but he curls his fingers over Alhaitham's, unwilling to let go unless Alhaitham pulls away first.]
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Once they're seated side-by-side, he keeps Kaveh's hand in his own and slides his other arm tentatively about his waist, if Kaveh allows it. He stares at their joined hands, letting his fingers flare and settle between each of Kaveh's, locking their palms together. He's not pulling away first either.
The more pragmatic answer to Kaveh's dilemma is this: that in pursuits of knowledge and understanding, no discoveries or breakthroughs can be made without a certain amount of risk involved. Kaveh is an intellectual, prioritizing practicality and utility and safety even before artistry, which Alhaitham greatly respects despite Kaveh's dubiousness. Kaveh has taken risks plenty of times in his lifetime. He knows better than to let fear (over something he demonstrably sees evidence for and chooses to ignore) govern his actions.
But Kaveh has been lied to, betrayed, traumatized. He is an intellectual, but he is foremost a human being who requires comfort and safety and support. If their feelings are to be believed, neither of them want to lose what remains of their relationship regardless of the pain and confusion it can bring. Kaveh will do what it takes to keep him, even if it hurts. Alhaitham will do, and has done, just the same. ]
I can understand your fear and uncertainty. [ There's no appendix to that. He understands. ] Until now, you've been left with the impression of my indifference and contempt, regardless of my true intentions. It makes sense to safeguard yourself against it when the nature of our relationship is put into question.
[ His thumb smooths over Kaveh's hand. He lifts his gaze up towards Kaveh's. ]
I will say this plainly for you as well so that it might dispel any lingering doubts in the future. I am not indifferent to you, nor so I have any intention of leaving you for as long as you're willing to have me.
[ I don't think I can, he could say, but even that feels too vulnerable. Sometimes you've been lovesick forever and no one else in your region measures up to that exceptional person and likely no one ever will in your lifetime. That's one absolute thing that Alhaitham is actually willing to accept. ]
If I still must earn your full trust and vulnerability, I can accept that and will endeavor to do so.
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This is somewhere between the two--less dire than those flashbacks, but not as easy as their happier moments. Still, he doesn't feel particularly nervous or awkward as he fits himself to Alhaitham's side. Really, it's almost as though nothing's changed--well, no, that's not quite right. Rather... with the way things have finally clicked into place in the liminal space of this late hour, Kaveh feels a bit like he's dreaming. An odd sensation, given how long it took for them to regain that ability.
He fidgets a little until Alhaitham begins to speak. Then, he settles--listening quietly for once as he, too, gazes at their clasped hands. Though he's a naturally expressive person, he keeps his expression tightly schooled as Alhaitham lays out his thoughts. It isn't because he consciously wants to hide--it's simply a habit he developed at a young age, one that a single conversation, no matter how significant, can't break.
Though his face is neutral and his eyes are distant, inwardly, he aches. It hurts to hear Alhaitham accept so much responsibility, even though Kaveh had just told him that, more or less, he couldn't trust Alhaitham with his complicated feelings. But hadn't Kaveh spent so much of their time in school insisting to others that Alhaitham wasn't cold and indifferent, that you simply had to learn to read him, to look for his humor, his warmth, his kindness in other ways? Wasn't he the one who so quickly regretted what he'd said when they fought, the one who was too ashamed to beg Alhaitham to let him take it all back--too wounded by the truth to even try? Alhaitham's hurt him, yes, but surely Kaveh could've done better. He could've done so many things to stop himself from wrecking what they had, over and over. Even if he acknowledges Alhaitham's contribution to the mangling of their relationship, he can't not view himself as the bigger source of blame. His father, his mother, his classmates, Alhaitham--there is only one common factor amongst all of those who've left.
...But Alhaitham wouldn't have wanted him to fake it. Kaveh has undeniable proof of that. Alhaitham's gotten angry with him for hiding his wants and downplaying his needs plenty of times. If he'd smiled when he wanted to yell, Alhaitham would've seen right through it.
Even now, Alhaitham cuts through to the core of it all. Kaveh should've expected it, really. When has Alhaitham ever done anything else? But hearing I have no intention of leaving you so clearly and plainly--he wasn't prepared for that.
His throat constricts, and his eyes sting. He closes his eyes and tries, desperately, to breathe through his nose--but he can't hide the trembling of his lip, and his nails press into Alhaitham's hand without his awareness. He swallows hard.]
Don't... [He begins, and his voice is steady, but it clearly takes great effort to keep it that way.] Don't make it sound as though I'm blameless. I know I've hurt you too.
[A part of him wants Alhaitham to say it. That gnarled part of his heart fed by all of Kaveh's little hurts, self-inflicted or otherwise--the part that, in an awful way, takes comfort in the consistency of his suffering, that's convinced it's how the world should be--that part of him craves validation, desperate for Alhaitham to confirm that Kaveh, with all the cruelty he flung out, deserved to wade through all those fears and doubts. But Kaveh has no idea how to put that into words, so his fingers simply flex uselessly in Alhaitham's grip.]
...I don't want you to go. [Softly--less steady. He opens his mouth again, but the only thing he think of is, But I don't deserve to keep you, and he closes it again, lost. It is, he thinks distantly, probably horribly pathetic to need so many reassurances--but those thoughts war with memories of his parents, of their mutual lack of families, and all he can do is cling. His emotions and thoughts are both too jumbled for him to sort out on his own.]
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It's on the tip of his tongue, like so many other tactless words from the rest of the evening. They dry up as Kaveh's voice begins to quiver and his eyes shine with tears.
So Alhaitham takes Kaveh's cheek in his hand and carefully thumbs away the suggestion of tears at the edge of his eye. Alhaitham leans forward, brushes his mouth past Kaveh's bangs, and presses an earnest kiss against his forehead. This is all Kaveh needs to say. He doesn't need to qualify it with any self-deprecation, like there's some unknown beast of karma always hanging over Kaveh's head, poised to strike any time he's selfish or finds happiness for once. ]
Good. [ He leans back and finds Kaveh's watery eyes with his. Kaveh said that Alhaitham's eyes are an anchor for him; that's hopefully true now, when he wants to ground Kaveh in this reality where he's loved. ] Because I want to be with you.
[ Kaveh's self-assessment doesn't matter. Kaveh knows how deeply Alhaitham considers every decision he makes, weighing the actions with the outcomes, factoring in unpredictability and all manner of consequences. He wants to be with Kaveh because he is Kaveh. And, again, god forbid Alhaitham ever does something he doesn't want to do.
He doesn't hold Kaveh's hand as tightly as Kaveh grips his, but he does briefly squeeze back in acknowledgment. Alhaitham's eyes soften, tapping into painful memories of the Akademiya—the only few that he'd ever allowed to cut him deeply following his grandmother's death. ]
You can still decide to leave here at any point, if that's what you want. Just know that although I would respect your decision, my preference was always to have you stay with me. I wouldn't have invited you to live here otherwise.
[ He doesn't want Kaveh to go either. An unabashedly selfish part of him wants Kaveh to consider this house his home. ]