scribble, erase, scribble, erase, crumble. It went on like this for hours ever since you went to bed. Kaveh told you he would go to bed soon too, it’s now 3 AM.

You rolled over after hearing him groan, looking over at his back while he was sitting at the desk on the other side of the room.

Kaveh proceeded to crumble up the paper and throw it into the trash bin next to him, gripping his head with both of his hands.