"I only had two drinks!" Kaveh's voice cuts through the tense silence, his hands clutching the material of his shirt against his body. It wasn't fair when you gave him this treatment - he wasn't a child.

"One drink too many," you snap back in return. Yes, Kaveh knew he had a tendency to get extremely drunk. He was stressed over another failed gadget and he knows how fed up you were having to drag him back to bed over and over again when you found him sleeping in strange spots.

Kaveh was already on thin ice with you. Your trust already having slipped from his hands like sand when you found him pressing his lips against Alhaitham's - he hardly remembers that night. It didn't matter to him, but it mattered to you.

"I just needed to..." his voice stutters, the memory of that night sending cold chills down his spine. "I'm sorry..."