[He sneers the words, practically bearing his teeth for all the good it would do him. The way Daan braces himself against the counter, peering at Midnight.]
You don't want my company. You know what exactly about me -- that I'm a doctor? That I can make a good drink? And then what? In that moment what did you even see in me?
[There is a part of him that knows that Midnight is being honest, but it's hard for him to believe, especially inebriated and mourning and wanting to howl and scream and refuse to ever be vulnerable for anyone else ever again. He wants to make it difficult, just to be.]
no subject
[He sneers the words, practically bearing his teeth for all the good it would do him. The way Daan braces himself against the counter, peering at Midnight.]
You don't want my company. You know what exactly about me -- that I'm a doctor? That I can make a good drink? And then what? In that moment what did you even see in me?
[There is a part of him that knows that Midnight is being honest, but it's hard for him to believe, especially inebriated and mourning and wanting to howl and scream and refuse to ever be vulnerable for anyone else ever again. He wants to make it difficult, just to be.]