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CONTEXT: alhaithams lore is that his parents died in an incident when he was young, so he was raised by his grandmother but she died aswell.
Kaveh glanced at the clock, 3am. No surprise there, he was currently rushing a commission about building a new hotel for foreigners to stay in, and if the design was accepted, he'd be rewarded mora sufficient enough for a life full of wine - at least that's what he thinks about.
Another 20 minutes had gone by, and he was finally done with the last floor. Now all he had to do was-
Sobs…
"What was that?"
Sobs…
"Ugh, don't tell me the neighbour's having a meltdown again. I need to concentrate to finish the-"
Louder sobs interrupted his train of thoughts. Then it got louder, and louder, untill it was clear the sound wasn't from the neighbour. Instead it was from the room opposite him… Al-haitham!?
He swung his door open and rushed to his roommates room. Thinking about all the possible reasons for his crying. "Nightmare? No, he's not a baby. He wouldn't be up so late to read a sad story… NoNo wait, all he reads are stupid books."
Slamming the door open, shouting, "Al-haitham!? Are you oka-"
There, he saw his lying figure on the bed, his back shaking with every sob and facing the door, with the only source of light coming from the hallway lamps.
If Kaveh didn't pay attention to Al-haitham's shaking body, he would've noticed the tug on his heart.
He walked over to his bed, placed both hands on either shoulders and ushered him to sit up, to which he obliged but hid his face in Kaveh's shoulders.
"K-kaveh… I m-miss them…"
"Haitham… Calm down first…"
"W-why did they have to go so early?"
"I don't know."
"Kaveh…"
"Let it all out, I'm here for you."
"..."
Time passed, and Al-haitham's shaking body became still. His tears stopped and his figure was breathing slowly, falling into a deep slumber.
Soon Kaveh noticed this, and set him down to his original sleeping position, while wiping his tears with his thumb. Getting up to walk back, he noticed a small tug on his shirt.
"Kaveh… Don't… leave me too…" He mumbled.
A light smile formed on Kaveh's face, he lifted the blanket and scooted over to Al-haitham's body. Resting his hands on his waist and the other to hold the hand that was tugging him.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
yeah, the commission can wait.