[ Alhaitham's expressions are subtle, often nearly imperceptible — but after all the time they've spent together, Aether likes to think that he's learned to read the man. The faint curve at the corners of his lips, the hint of warmth in his striking eyes — turquoise with a brilliant orange ring at the core — all these things together are signs of a contented Alhaitham.
It's nice, really. To have brought him some measure of happiness, however small.
Maybe it's the drink that motivates Aether to be somewhat spoiled, somewhat impetuous — maybe it's only the atmosphere. But, whatever the case, the traveler gently lays his head upon Alhaitham's shoulder and murmurs: ]
I like seeing you too, Haitham. I always do.
[ Then he closes his eyes, still listening to the faint sounds of Kaveh's music from the other room. ]
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It's nice, really. To have brought him some measure of happiness, however small.
Maybe it's the drink that motivates Aether to be somewhat spoiled, somewhat impetuous — maybe it's only the atmosphere. But, whatever the case, the traveler gently lays his head upon Alhaitham's shoulder and murmurs: ]
I like seeing you too, Haitham. I always do.
[ Then he closes his eyes, still listening to the faint sounds of Kaveh's music from the other room. ]