[ How exactly does Midnight and his doctor keep running into each other? Midnight may not believe in fate, but two incidents in a row is one away from a third. At a third, the numbers tip from acceptable happenstance to the beginnings of a pattern.
Midnight does have his planner in his hand, pen still in his fingers, but he'd closed it on his way to confirm that he wasn't just seeing things, that he had just point blank run into Daan again. He's got a bit of a wry grin on. "Would you believe me if I said this was a coincidence?" ]
Sure. Cash that raincheck for me, doctor.
[ He walks to take a seat, sticks hand in his pocket and drops the planner inside. He's aware that this is the second time they've met outside of scheduled meetings. Here's what he thinks, sans poetry: A third accident is no longer an accident. It's a fatal lack of awareness. ]
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Midnight does have his planner in his hand, pen still in his fingers, but he'd closed it on his way to confirm that he wasn't just seeing things, that he had just point blank run into Daan again. He's got a bit of a wry grin on. "Would you believe me if I said this was a coincidence?" ]
Sure. Cash that raincheck for me, doctor.
[ He walks to take a seat, sticks hand in his pocket and drops the planner inside. He's aware that this is the second time they've met outside of scheduled meetings. Here's what he thinks, sans poetry: A third accident is no longer an accident. It's a fatal lack of awareness. ]