[ kaveh looks. daan really is, kaveh thinks, a hopeless man. there's nothing that quite veils his care. the man is a doctor who chose to love despite his life circumstances giving himself very little reason to do so. how is kaveh supposed to pull the veil over his eyes, when daan is only ever so true? it shames him.

he breathes out. kaveh thinks - if this allows daan to care, then it's worth kaveh's uncertainty to explain. it has to be. ]

... walk with me. I haven't seen the new district yet. We can mark a few spots for the new mobile clinic for the month on our way. [ kaveh begins to walk. it's always easier, to do something while speaking. kaveh can't bear not doing things. ] Shall I start here? Much of what you said resonates with me, about yourself, about your capacity to be loved. Perhaps that doesn't please you to hear it, but it is the truth.