'Course I haven't. If you wanted to give me your heart, you would've done it already.

[ Midnight sighs, continues to push into Kaveh's hand, laces fingers in between Kaveh's with his other, letting his other hand come to rest on the other side, sandwiching Kaveh's hand in between. Midnight, as usual, is quite warm. People with anemia tend to be a bit cold, don't they? ]

I'm not out to take anything that isn't already mind, darling. I can do without. [ A small inhalation. ] I have myself, and I think of myself constantly. I have things I'd like to do, things I do without thought for others. Things I do because I enjoy them, and simply because I enjoy them.

[ ... Midnight draws back ever so slightly. ]

One must wonder if you suspect these things in me because you are, in kind, so unused to thinking of yourself.

[ Kaveh, you aren't projecting, are you? ]