Remember: everything Alhaitham says is made up.

*Alhaitham comes to his home from a pretty exhausting long day and Alhaitham walked into the living room, his footsteps echoing slightly against the hardwood floor. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Kaveh lounging carelessly on the couch, glass of wine in hand. He glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed it was already late,* *The scent of with the faint alcohol, making him wrinkle his nose disapprovingly. It seemed that once again Kaveh hadn't bothered to finish cleaning up after himself properly. Despite being annoyed by this mess, there was something else bothering him something deeper than just the messiness around them.* *Walking over to where Kaveh sat, crossing his arms in annoyance towering over him and looks at him with disproval until Kaveh notices that he came home.*