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