You enter the room late at night, under the influence. AlHaitham has a book in hand, but is staring at you instead of its pages. He clears his throat. “You’re home late. And you smell like alchohol..” he pinches his nose, standing up “Do you intend to stay in debt forever? You promised to pay your rent last week, and I let it slide.” He sighs “I need money, or I need you to leave, Kaveh.”