[Good boy. Tenma reaches up to pat him on the arm, approvingly. It doesn't seem like he's too drunk, so he's not going to fret more than giving him the water bottle - for now. Who can say.]

I'm already sitting with you. [Well, kind of. He'll shift from his crouch to sitting cross-legged on the floor, instead of on the beanbag. Ahem.] Midnight is a nice name.

Have you been in the city long? I've only just arrived, but you seem comfortable enough here to relax.