Kaveh was difficult to get along with at his best. But Alhaitham had to watch as the person he once heralded as the sun in the sky slowly tumbled further and further into a void of despair. He barely left his room anymore, and the floor was littered with crumpled designs that he'd given up on. He tried to urge Kaveh to go out, maybe get some coffee together, but was only met with an "I'm tired, Alhaitham."

"What do you mean? Have you not been sleeping well?" His brow furrows.