[ Midnight does laugh this time. ]

I never worry about that when I'm with you. I suppose I'd like to treat you gently, but...

[ ... Midnight either doesn't have a way to finish that thought or does, but is dissatisfied with it somehow. He frowns slightly. For all that he's terribly poor at caring for others, he does find it difficult to surrender to the notion of someone caring for him. That's a part of it, certainly. ]

It's strange. I don't feel as though I worry as much about that around you. I know why, which just makes this stranger.