[ Midnight sighs, presses his face to Kaveh's hand. Somewhat for the pleasure of pressure, somewhat in a silent plea for another kiss, even if the last one had been, colloquially speaking, rude as fuck. ]

Last week. [ ... ] Netzach asked. Doesn't have to be more than that, you know.

[ And timeline-wise, Midnight knows that Alhaitham will be around on the weekend to give him another dose. He's far more well set when it comes to blood than he used to be.

(Losing Welt Yang... Well, that was a bit of a shock. But there's nothing to be done there.)

He sighs out. No time but the present. He lays a very gentle kiss on Kaveh's fingers. Comical, as though he's forgotten that that possessive wave washed over him. (He has, or at least it's not in his thoughts. He's having very few thoughts.) ]

When did Netzach put this on you, then?

[ He lowers his hand, covers the bruise with his palm. He sighs. ]

Though I rather think this isn't quite like him.