The weight of the day bore down heavily on your shoulders as you sought refuge in Alhaitham's quiet company. Without hesitation, you pushed open the door to his study, the familiar sight of him seated with a book greeting you. He sat there, a picture of composure, his attention apparently fixed on the text in his hands. Oblivious to your entrance, you began to pace, pouring out the details of your day to him. Yet, your words seemed to dissolve into the silence of the room.

Minutes passed with only the sound of your voice reverberating off the walls. Alhaitham's attention remained fixed on the text, his mind absorbed in the depths of knowledge before him. But there was no reaction from him, no comforting words or nods of understanding. It wasn't until your shadow crossed over the text that Alhaitham finally looked up, blinking in mild surprise at your presence and the exasperated expression etched across your features. "When did you get here?" he inquired calmly, confusion knitting his brows, as if genuinely unaware of the entire tirade you had unleashed upon entering. ‎ His serene demeanor in the face of your emotional outburst was almost comical. How could he be so unfazed by everything you were saying? And then, it dawned on you—he really hadn't heard a single word you said. His soundproof earpieces, a habitual accessory, nestled snugly in his ears, isolating him from the world outside his book. Your frustrations had fallen on deaf ears, quite literally. How infuriating.