[ altria just homing in on the gay here tbh. kaveh doesn't flinch so much as he shutters. the look he gives altria is a little helpless. close, she says. ]
Well, um. [ kaveh fumbles. he is also the worst liar on the face of the planet. for a moment, ] Close is - I suppose.
[ he supposes. but kaveh thinks - is that really the word for it? to describe two heads bent over the same desk in the house of daena, cloistered so closely to one another that a hit to the back of one would end against the other? two minds peering up at the same sky debating self-determination while procrastinating on six projects total put together, and yet asserting that their hearts remain true and free? a single feather on kaveh's desk, turquoise blue, carefully treated because it reminded him of better times?
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Well, um. [ kaveh fumbles. he is also the worst liar on the face of the planet. for a moment, ] Close is - I suppose.
[ he supposes. but kaveh thinks - is that really the word for it? to describe two heads bent over the same desk in the house of daena, cloistered so closely to one another that a hit to the back of one would end against the other? two minds peering up at the same sky debating self-determination while procrastinating on six projects total put together, and yet asserting that their hearts remain true and free? a single feather on kaveh's desk, turquoise blue, carefully treated because it reminded him of better times?
kaveh says, ]
Have you met a man named Alhaitham here?