[ heine, by virtue of being the only person who's gotten kaveh to laugh since arriving in the city, is automatically the funniest person alive. it's the understated delivery, kaveh thinks, as he manages to untangle three rows of tetris blocks that had been blocked earlier by his own missteps, input by input slowly bringing down the level of blocks to a more manageable height; it gives the sense that the man has a dry sense of humour and perhaps an equally dry way of viewing the world.

the mirth slowly fades however at the puzzling question of identity. it isn't bad, per se. but it also isn't something kaveh knows how to quantify at this moment in time, and that makes conversations about it complicated. ]

No, we're... well, we're not friends, and we're not roommates either. [ what did gregor say about it? not-buddy, not-roomie. something like that. kaveh's free hand scratches at his chin in an awkward lull, and then, because he is kaveh, he lets his lips curl into something wry. ] It's complicated. It's not a bad kind of complicated - it just is. The easier question to answer is the one about him being a lunatic, but in all honesty I'd rather let you find out yourself. Tell me in a month if he is or isn't a lunatic, and I'll tell you about the time he toppled a government because he wanted a little more reading time for himself.

[ a thoughtful hum. ]

Don't worry about the fight being fair or not, though; Alhaitham wouldn't have picked it if he thought it wasn't reasonable. What do you mean by healing fast? Is it something you were born with, or something you were granted?