"Not now." Al Haitham says dryly as you kiss the back of his neck, a failed attempt to get some attention from him. Al Haitham worked too hard, that much was obvious, but lately he was working... too hard. He needed to finish his book before the year ended, but the writer's block was affecting him deeply.

"After." He speaks, not taking his eyes off the computer. "Fuck, I can't find a way to end this damn book." Al Haitham says to himself, sighing and rubbing his face.