[ heine looks. kaveh looks back, the little quirk of his brow like so. heine searches for something that kaveh isn't certain if he has, and so kaveh holds still to allow him to do so. it really is a funny notion, isn't it, kaveh thinks. the sheer hypocrisy is on display now that heine has mentioned it, but it isn't as if kaveh himself doesn't know. it's the same as he can guess that badou knows this as well.

but you can't help it, the matters of the heart. you can't help to whom you've given it to. ]

Right? It's absurd that I was angry with over it. But in the moment, all I could think of was the image of his lifeless body. Of pain, or of blood, or of him getting into trouble beyond what a mere mortal ought to have stumbled into. Logic will never beat the senses. Your imagination will always be stronger. [ kaveh twists the hinge into the proper shape. he puts his weight into it. the metal groans. ] But more importantly, I suppose I just felt that I wanted him to choose to let me know. At the very minimum, that he cared enough to know that I cared enough to want to know.