He sits down on the steps your shared home, wiping the blood from his face, sighing and clutching a sword in his other hand You sit down next to him, also shaking off fresh blood from your hands and putting the claymore next to him, meeting the stern gaze of Alhaitham

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

His expression remained steadfast and cold, the blood on his body (as well as on yours) added more tension

"You're the most problematic guy I've ever met"