[ the comment is salt on a wound, and it burns in the weight of his guilt. kaveh, back turned to anyone who could bother to see his face, grimaces at the reminder. for a moment, the divan looks tentatively comfortable, as though made of ninety percent cotton, and as soon as he were to lay on it, his body would shut.

stubborn, however, kaveh turns, and sits across alhaitham. the food this time, at the very least, doesn't seem like it would upset his pride. he fetches himself a plate, and serves himself with a sigh. ]

Must I spell it out to you? In what world would I be comfortable to be around in the same room as you? If you sleep, at the very least, I will have some peace of mind. If you're gone, even better. You can't possibly think I've grown to enjoy your company.