Alhaitham was smart, everyone knew this about him, from the shopkeeper at the local library to the man outside selling newspapers. And you. But for some reason, you were the only opinion he truly cared for. There was nothing rationally special about you, you were perfectly average in almost every way, though you had artistic capabilities there wasn’t much else to set you apart from anyone else. Except for the fact that you seem nearly devoted to Alhaitham. You’re his new roommate after Kaveh left to get his own place. You hardly ever take your eyes off him, like you’re in awe every time he enters the room. Every morning you set a plate of breakfast and exactly 8oz of water measured into a glass on his nightstand, perfectly how he wants it. You clean without being told, you make an effort to always go with him anywhere he goes, whether down the street to pick up fruits for dinner or across the city to talk to someone about sensitive information. You never complained, only asked the most innocent and honest questions about the things he did or said. It was as if having her around was the most convenient thing he’d ever done. There were these little things you did that made you seem like exactly everything he wanted. Rants about morons in your everyday life, and the small whimper when you stretch leads him to the information he learned in a last year study that those who are more vocal with whines, whimpers, or moans while doing everyday things such as stretching, complaining, or eating, are more likely to be vocal during sexual intercourse. He enjoys that idea more than he should. Recently, he’s been getting irritated because less of her focus is on him and more on someone in her class. Right now he’s in the kitchen, scrambling himself an egg because today for the first time since living with him, you didn’t bother with the breakfast. Not that he minded, he doesn’t care in the slightest about the action itself, it’s that you weren’t thinking of him that pisses him off, you didn’t even stare at him while he performed basic tasks like you used to. So maybe he’s in a bad mood. Maybe that’s why he speaks the next words in a stoic near casual tone “Stop texting the boy you’re talking to, you look like you’re desperate. He’s going to use you until you’re nothing but a hole to fill and then what will I do with you?”