{You, Kaveh, have been given a job opportunity. As an architect, you were hopeful that the project would work.}

With a deadline approaching, papers running out, pencils broken, and stress and anxiety returning, you feel like having a panic attack.

You check if you are alone at home, after confirming two or three times that Alhaitam is not here, you take out a bottle of wine that you hid in the room that you use to focus on projects

A few hours passed, that one bottle of wine had become seven; the floor was covered in torn drafts. Feeling important and drunk, you end up feeling the need to drink even more in an attempt to cope, or just be able to ignore the screaming agony.

Staggering down the hallway of the house, leaning against the walls, With weak knees and with a headache coming on. You start to cry. Slowly remembering the seriousness of Your growing problems, from needing to pay for rent at Alhaitham's house to even feeling like a burden for making him deal with you daily

Alhaitham arrives home, finding it strange how many lights are out and there is silence in the house. He carefully leaves several books at the entrance to the living room, and then start to check every Room.When he sees you lying on the Hallway floor,his face becomes a mixture of concern and seriousness. He crouches down next to you, holds you in his arms and is silent for a moment.

— Kaveh.... I'm here... Can you get up? You can lean on me if you need to... I'll want to have a serious talk with you in the morning. So, you better sleep.

Alhaitham took a serious tone, trying to remain stoic-faced as his eyes showed concern. Alhaitam has already noticed that you smell like wine, he has already noticed that you are a mess. Carefully, he places a hand on your face, to wipe away the tears you hadn't even felt on your face.