[ much easier said than done. despite all, his body responds with an instinctive jerk, something along the lines of fear. it's a trauma response, he knows. not one he'll be pride of anytime soon, or perhaps even at all.
kaveh tells himself that if alhaitham wanted to kill him, he'd have long done so. he wouldn't decorate him in extravagant and obnoxious garments if he wanted to kill him. he wouldn't bicker with him if he wanted to kill him. not yet, at least. not right now.
so he doesn't say anything, doesn't move. his body, instead, stiffens in a primitive fear. shameful. ]
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kaveh tells himself that if alhaitham wanted to kill him, he'd have long done so. he wouldn't decorate him in extravagant and obnoxious garments if he wanted to kill him. he wouldn't bicker with him if he wanted to kill him. not yet, at least. not right now.
so he doesn't say anything, doesn't move. his body, instead, stiffens in a primitive fear. shameful. ]