[ kaveh takes daan's hand in his. this is a hand of a doctor. his is a hand of an architect.
kaveh's hand, scarred and callused from wresting dreams into a reality where dreams so often go to die - he takes daan's hand in his, and he squeezes it. holds it there, imbuing into the gesture every ounce of his his sorrow, his guilt, his gratitude. ]
Thank you. [ kaveh says, with his heart in his throat, ] I can't even call you a donkey - you've been far too kind and understanding this entire time. But thank you. Perhaps I've met you at a time and place where I can finally hear and understand it. Perhaps growth isn't just about who you are and where you are, but also when you are.
But really, you have it wrong. Right now, I see you as something of an aspiration. If you can do it, with such courage too, then what I wouldn't give to steal even a fraction of that courage. Daan, you inspire me. That is the truth of it. I am shamed by it, and I know it is right for me to be. Thank you.
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kaveh's hand, scarred and callused from wresting dreams into a reality where dreams so often go to die - he takes daan's hand in his, and he squeezes it. holds it there, imbuing into the gesture every ounce of his his sorrow, his guilt, his gratitude. ]
Thank you. [ kaveh says, with his heart in his throat, ] I can't even call you a donkey - you've been far too kind and understanding this entire time. But thank you. Perhaps I've met you at a time and place where I can finally hear and understand it. Perhaps growth isn't just about who you are and where you are, but also when you are.
But really, you have it wrong. Right now, I see you as something of an aspiration. If you can do it, with such courage too, then what I wouldn't give to steal even a fraction of that courage. Daan, you inspire me. That is the truth of it. I am shamed by it, and I know it is right for me to be. Thank you.