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[justscribing]

I'm having no trouble ignoring him. This conversation just reminded me and I realize that it would be a hassle to correct if he's for some reason believed you're together.

But Netzach says Midnight hasn't said anything, so it sounds like I'm right and it is some rumor from someone unrelated.

Also he wants you to make something you like but he hasn't tried yet for what you cook for him tomorrow.

[fussiest]

Since when did you care for gossip, or for correcting gossip? You let an entire cohort of Akademiya graduates think that you're some kind of Kshahrewar experiment gone wrong for years, and Siraj thought you were looking down on him for a decade and you let that go on until he tried to assassinate you. You just can't stop picking at this because it's Midnight.
Leave it be, Alhaitham. And don't say things about Midnight when Netzach is around. Just as I hardly like it when someone says terrible things about you, even if it's deserved and usually true, Netzach doesn't deserve that either.
I'm making eggplant stew, then. He hasn't had that yet, and I know that Yesod likes eggplant. Did you want beef or chicken?

[justscribing]

I care that there's no misunderstandings between the people involved. Which includes me. Since it seems to be just gossip, I'm not concerned. You're the one who's worried about you look in public.

Which, my consent to sharing your lips as you put it was never with the expectation you would have to hide it. You know that, right?

[And then, belatedly:]

Beef.

[fussiest]

There are no misunderstandings, Alhaitham. If anything, I've a working theory that Midnight doesn't quite think anyone's able to match him in love in both intensity and depth, but since it's Midnight, you don't want to hear it.
And I know - nor am I hiding anything.
I'll make a kabab torsh for dinner, then. We'll top it with pomegranate. Crack one open, would you?

[justscribing]

And you're still upset I don't want to hear it.

[But the phone is abandoned on the end table so Alhaitham can go to the kitchen to de-seed a pomegranate.]