( There are no words to articulate how he feels right now. In a way, Kaveh has known for months that his feelings for the Scribe are more than platonic. But what could he do with feelings like this, once Alhaitham left this place? How could he ever hope to unpack them? In his absence, Kaveh felt almost widowed in a way - with the intense pain mirroring the pain his mother felt when his father died. It awakened a part of him that he wasn't ready to confront - but when would he ever be?
Even now, he can't quite get there. And yet ... the blonde man finds himself shuffling closer on the floor, seating himself closer to where Alhaitham is situated. Soon enough, there is a breath's worth of distance between them, and Kaveh reaches a hand out to stroke his face. )
Tell me this is real. ( His hand trembles. ) That this isn't a magical illusion. You're here. You mean this.
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Even now, he can't quite get there. And yet ... the blonde man finds himself shuffling closer on the floor, seating himself closer to where Alhaitham is situated. Soon enough, there is a breath's worth of distance between them, and Kaveh reaches a hand out to stroke his face. )
Tell me this is real. ( His hand trembles. ) That this isn't a magical illusion. You're here. You mean this.