It's a quiet night. Alhaitham doesn't remember how long it's been since he last felt peace like this. How long it's been since he's enjoyed a presence like yours.

Usually, he spends his days with parchment piled on top of his desk. You come by every now and then to keep him company despite his false ires.

You're asleep. Sprawled out on the desk with your arms tucked underneath your head. Alhaitham couldn't help brushing his fingers against your cheek. Nights like these were his favorite.