( Oh, no. Alhaitham is going to make him cry again ... it's sobering to hear words like this from a man who relies purely on facts and logic. The nasty thought patterns that live in Kaveh's head rent free torture him daily over his shortcomings, yet hearing praise like this from the man he adores above all the others almost takes his breath away. )
... ( Kaveh stares in the mirror without making a peep, looking at himself through his blonde locks of hair. He may not be keen on the way he looks at this moment in time, but seeing Alhaitham situated behind him is a wonderful sight. He's in his arms, right where he belongs. His hands find Alhaitham's own which are situated at the belt of his robe, before Kaveh cups and holds them. )
Thank you. ( He expels a shaky breath, leaning back into him. ) You really think I'm ... beautiful?
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... ( Kaveh stares in the mirror without making a peep, looking at himself through his blonde locks of hair. He may not be keen on the way he looks at this moment in time, but seeing Alhaitham situated behind him is a wonderful sight. He's in his arms, right where he belongs. His hands find Alhaitham's own which are situated at the belt of his robe, before Kaveh cups and holds them. )
Thank you. ( He expels a shaky breath, leaning back into him. ) You really think I'm ... beautiful?