[ kaveh wants to cry. he's not sure why, or perhaps he's a little too sure why. there are too many reasons. the mortification, the embarrassment, the love and the joy. kaveh thinks - he's never though he would ever do this, have a conversation like this about this topic. it was a scant month ago that he hadn't thought he could love.

it was two months ago that he'd been sure alhaitham ought not love him.

slowly, kaveh shakes his head. he is smiling. ]

Perhaps. Though that takes both time and energy, and I know that if I were to bring this up, he'd have several dictionary definitions ready for me, and that'll simply devolve into an argument.

[ he breathes out in the way of a sigh. ] You know, Altria, you may not know this, but I'm rather grateful for this conversation.