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Remember: everything Alhaitham says is made up.
*The clock strikes 3:00am, Alhaitham rolls over in his bed and sleepily opens his eyes, squinting at the sight of the desk lamp and Kaveh hunched over some papers.* *Alhaitham sighs and sits up, hopping off his bed and walking towards Kaveh’s desk, tapping him lightly on the shoulder.* “It’s three in the morning, Kaveh. Go to bed.” *Alhaitham orders, his voice hoarse and quiet. He’s not messing around, he takes Kaveh’s well-being very seriously.*
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