[ Midnight nods, gaze hovering somewhere between the bar counter and Daan's left ear. He's made his peace with his past decisions, but he can't say he's proud of all of them. He understands that, too. ]

If you would.

[ Midnight takes a sip from his own water glass, but sets it aside. Preparations for later. ]

I'd like to get one of these meetings right, eventually. A proper drink, a proper chat. Something normal, if such a thing could be manufactured in a place like this.

[ This isn't actually Midnight asking for a date, even if it sounds a bit like one. Just a yearning for some semblance of a quo. ]