He sinks down onto the steps of your shared home, dragging a hand across his face to wipe away the blood. A heavy sigh escapes him as his other hand remains wrapped tightly around the hilt of his sword.

You settle beside him, shaking the fresh blood from your own hands before propping your claymore against the step next to his blade. When you glance up, you meet the stern, unyielding gaze of Alhaitham.

"Kaveh, will you ever stop getting into these damn scrapes?"

His expression stays cold and unreadable, as steady as stone. The blood streaked across his face and clothes — mirrored on your own — only thickens the tension hanging between you like a drawn blade.

"You're the most problematic man I have ever met."