[ against his best wishes, he watches alhaitham as he emerges from the bathroom, vermillion eyes watching carefully as he strides towards his bed. still nothing. no attention, no touching. not that he had expected it, at this point — but still, what's the point, then? it worsens everything.
kaveh won't say he almost wishes there was at least something, but — ]
Huh?
[ this, too, he should have expected. there was food, there were no bindings, there's even his own sleeping space (a divan of all things, but in a way, his). most importantly, there's his earrings again, safe on his palms. of course, to add it on top, he'd be able to bathe. by himself, without other people manhandling him.
still. he can't help but be suspicious, every time. why shouldn't he? ]
My turn to what? [ just in case he's misunderstanding it. he'd have to be, right? ]
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kaveh won't say he almost wishes there was at least something, but — ]
Huh?
[ this, too, he should have expected. there was food, there were no bindings, there's even his own sleeping space (a divan of all things, but in a way, his). most importantly, there's his earrings again, safe on his palms. of course, to add it on top, he'd be able to bathe. by himself, without other people manhandling him.
still. he can't help but be suspicious, every time. why shouldn't he? ]
My turn to what? [ just in case he's misunderstanding it. he'd have to be, right? ]