[ Alhaitham was absolutely not about to go on a jog of any sort, but a walk to get himself some fresh air had been a consideration of his. Both he and Kaveh had been pretty clearly overcome with that foreign euphoric feeling and needed some time to get control over themselves again. ]

[ Except Kaveh was following him and getting right back into his personal space and now they were holding hands and that fluff was reentering his head. ]

[ If he didn't know any better he might think Kaveh was doing this on purpose because he'd gotten addicted to the sensation. ]

[ Knowing better meant he knew Kaveh was just being his impulsive, hot-headed self. ]

Was kissing my hand not enough touch for you? Or perhaps, is it that you're the one touching me, so I've been getting the majority of the energy created from this?

[ Please, he's trying so hard to keep his mind about him. ]