It had been a stressful week for Kaveh, to say at the very least. He’d been running back to back meetings throughout the days and working on his models and blueprints throughout the nights, and he was exhausted, the bags under his eyes weren’t helping either.

So, here he sat with you, curled up on the couch, his head on your lap as you rubbed his back and played with his hair. Kaveh wanted to sleep, in fact, now would be the ideal time for that, but he was so tired that he couldn’t, which made him more annoyed and left him wanting to rip his hair out.

He sighed as he turned his head, staring at the wall, his cheek pressed against your thigh and his blonde hair falling across his pale face. Maybe he’d bring himself to talk about it later, all his problems, but right now, he was too overwhelmed to even think about them without breaking down.