Okay. [ of course it's okay. how could it be anything else, when kaveh is so unabashedly passionate, so kind, so gentle even in how he demands that heine let him in. ] Okay, I—yeah. Yes. [ very eloquent, but heine thinks kaveh will forgive him the clumsiness. ] Thank you.

[ kaveh's hands are warm against his jaw, and heine's arms are still close around kaveh's waist. it's a shockingly intimate position to be in, and yet heine feels at ease. that's how much he trusts kaveh, heine realizes, although not for the first time; that's the extent to which kaveh has already made himself a fixture in heine's life.

he leans back against the couch cushions and just. brings kaveh with him, sitting in heine's lap like it's nothing. it's comfortable. they're drunk. whatever. heine is tired of second-guessing everything he does. ]

I wouldn't hae said it when we first met. [ he huffs a sound that's almost dry amusement. ] When we first met I could barely call Nails my friend and he's been closest to me for seven years.