Medical discretion... Or something like that. Very professional of you.

[ Midnight sighs. Oh, well. He'll just have to snoop around himself... ]

I haven't been properly ill since the mall, and I did go to see you for that... Let's think.

[ Midnight hums, idly folding up the bedsheet in slow, even steps. It's weirdly very neat. Military, even. ]

I don't think I've been at the edge of death, so there's nothing fatal happening with me, besides the obvious. So I don't really understand. What is there to worry about?

[ Well, there are the sleeping and overworking issues, but Daan's a doctor, not a psychiatrist. Hardly worth mentioning, really. Midnight doesn't even see overworking as a problem. It's just what he does to keep busy. ]