Kaveh had just arrived from the Akademiya, visibly tired. He removes his shoes and places his briefcase on the kitchen table, going to the living room where he finds Alhaitham sitting and reading one of his books.

“You look done in.” Alhaitham says, letting out a chuckle.

“I really am.” Kaveh says, tying his hair up in a messy bun with a clip. “My back is killing me!” Kaveh whines, looking at Alhaitham on the couch.