[ It's a lovely thing. Midnight pulls it toward him. One finger down, a deliberate move. He inspects it for a moment, watching the light glint off the metal. ]
And knowing nothing, I must assume that she deserved it.
[ Midnight looks at his doctor, but is otherwise completely still. ]
Or perhaps you deserve the guilt. The grief. Is that what you want me to say?
[ Because it's out there, now. He doesn't doubt that this is about the worst thing that could happen, but he's steeled for something beyond this. A fist. Teeth. Blood.
(Honestly, he's ready to snap them both out of this little drunken fugue, but he wants to make sure that he hasn't cut the heart out of this man first before he leaves. Because it's there. He sees it, or at least the remnants of it, even if Daan doesn't.) ]
he will do that as soon as he unpacks his daddy issues, which will be (checks watch) Never
And knowing nothing, I must assume that she deserved it.
[ Midnight looks at his doctor, but is otherwise completely still. ]
Or perhaps you deserve the guilt. The grief. Is that what you want me to say?
[ Because it's out there, now. He doesn't doubt that this is about the worst thing that could happen, but he's steeled for something beyond this. A fist. Teeth. Blood.
(Honestly, he's ready to snap them both out of this little drunken fugue, but he wants to make sure that he hasn't cut the heart out of this man first before he leaves. Because it's there. He sees it, or at least the remnants of it, even if Daan doesn't.) ]