[ Now that is a surprise. Midnight actually smiles a bit, humming thoughtfully. He could almost forget that, in all of this, he's still wrestling with everything he's done wrong in this situation. Alhaitham certainly is some sort of gift.
It's interesting that Alhaitham makes his case in terms of enabling what he thinks Midnight might do in the future, rather than forbid him from harm outright. He won't, of course — his word is sacred, and Kaveh told him not to — but this arguably tells Midnight more about Alhaitham than any conversation they had on Midnight's couch. Goodness, it really took this much, didn't it? ]
You're a joy, Alhaitham. You really are.
[ And the awful part is that Midnight really, really means it. For a split second, his eyes soften. These two truly are impossible. ]
[Midnight smiles. That's not the part that catches Alhaitham off guard. Midnight smiles more than he doesn't even around Alhaitham.
But he notices, in the brief moment, the softness that overtakes his expression. As of he's looking at something he's fond of, which makes little sense to Alhaitham. He doesn't know what that look means. He doesn't even know where to start dissecting it.]
No, that's all. [He brings his mug closer to his lips.] And you don't need to call me "of the Haravatat". That's just the Darshan I graduated from in the Akademiya. I don't have any position with the alumni.
[... He really just thought Midnight might want to know there's no lofty title associated with graduating. That's just Kaveh.]
[ Of course he doesn't. And when has Midnight made himself anything more or less than a mystery to Alhaitham
He does laugh, though. "That's all", followed by one more thing. Alhaitham is a gift, honestly. ]
I see. Thank you for letting me know. I thought I'd go with address as formal as possible, but I don't know you by any other name.
[ He shrugs, scratching the back of his head, before letting his hand fall to his side. ]
I'll be off, then. Have a lovely rest of your morning.
[ Midnight is still completely exhausted, but the apology is now out, in whatever form this ended up being, and he feels much better for it. It's nice to do these things properly. ]
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It's interesting that Alhaitham makes his case in terms of enabling what he thinks Midnight might do in the future, rather than forbid him from harm outright. He won't, of course — his word is sacred, and Kaveh told him not to — but this arguably tells Midnight more about Alhaitham than any conversation they had on Midnight's couch. Goodness, it really took this much, didn't it? ]
You're a joy, Alhaitham. You really are.
[ And the awful part is that Midnight really, really means it. For a split second, his eyes soften. These two truly are impossible. ]
Agreed. Anything else?
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But he notices, in the brief moment, the softness that overtakes his expression. As of he's looking at something he's fond of, which makes little sense to Alhaitham. He doesn't know what that look means. He doesn't even know where to start dissecting it.]
No, that's all. [He brings his mug closer to his lips.] And you don't need to call me "of the Haravatat". That's just the Darshan I graduated from in the Akademiya. I don't have any position with the alumni.
[... He really just thought Midnight might want to know there's no lofty title associated with graduating. That's just Kaveh.]
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He does laugh, though. "That's all", followed by one more thing. Alhaitham is a gift, honestly. ]
I see. Thank you for letting me know. I thought I'd go with address as formal as possible, but I don't know you by any other name.
[ He shrugs, scratching the back of his head, before letting his hand fall to his side. ]
I'll be off, then. Have a lovely rest of your morning.
[ Midnight is still completely exhausted, but the apology is now out, in whatever form this ended up being, and he feels much better for it. It's nice to do these things properly. ]
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Alhaitham hums, watching Midnight turn to go from the doorway. And he continues to watch until Midnight disappears around the corner.
Then he finally takes a sip of his coffee and closes the door. He'll be spending the morning thinking about this.]