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alhaitham - a man that seldom gets drunk - somehow got roped into drinking a little too much with friends tonight. you know he often hangs out with his three other long-time friends on occasion, but he always prefers to be home in the end - next to you.
but...
tonight was exceedingly strange once he dragged an also drunk kaveh into his designated room. you're certain kaveh was already passed out by the time the two of them came home. not that it was too unusual for kaveh to get drunk on a rather regular basis.
the strange part is alhaitham's behavior - it felt like he was avoiding you, even after you started stalking him around the house. you haven't seen him drunk before, so this is an entirely new experience.
you followed him into your shared bedroom, and then you heard - what was it? - sniffling coming from him as he shrugged his cape off onto the floor. and then he collapsed onto the plush bed and tore his boots off. you could now clearly see he was tearing up.
"babe..." you mutter, now hesitant to approach him, "are you...okay? what's wrong?" you ask wearily.
he fails to respond as he begins shedding himself of all of his clothes - every last one. you gasp and cover your eyes to preserve a smidge of his modesty and dignity. even if you have seen him naked in the past - it feels wrong to see him in such a drunken state, let alone naked at the same time.
"why are you taking everything off?!" you squeal in surprise.
"because it's hot." he slurs, "and i'm hot."
you giggle. yes, yes you are, you think. you definitely need to be keeping that thought to yourself for now.
"a-at least put your underwear back on, you dork...!" you bemoan.
he sighs and does so, "there." he sniffles some more, and when you unveil your eyes, you see him curled up in a half-nude ball on the bed.
"okay..." you sigh, walking up to him with cautious, silent steps, "seriously. what's wrong?" you brush your fingers along the bone of his broad shoulder.
"you..."
"me...?"
"you're too beautiful for me." he sobs a little before yanking you down into his arms, leaving you in an awkward position against him.
he really is hot - in more ways than one. he's almost sweating.
"i—" you sputter, unsure of how to respond momentarily, "th-thanks, babe... i think you're beautiful too—" he cries more and squeezes you a little too tightly, "oh, oh no, don't cry!" you grab his face and kiss away every tear that trickles.
"you are...beautiful-er." he slurs sleepily.
"pfff—" you resist breaking out into laughter, you've never heard him sound so inelegant with his words - the scribe, of all people. "no, you. i promise."
"no... you." he protests before throwing you around in his arms to the other side of the bed, causing you to unceremoniously flop next to him.
"okay, okay, you win." you roll your eyes, but your voice is filled with nothing short of adoration, "now... i think it's bedtime for a certain someone—"
and just like that - he's out like a light.
he's such a silly boy, but he's at least your silly boy.