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We have.

[ kaveh says this without a single breath of hesitation. he uses the same conviction he used when talking down a jury of his peers regarding the ethics of teaching architecture - he tips his head towards midnight so that the crowns of them touch, scholar to scholar, equal to equal. ]

We have, Midnight. In so many people, even if briefly. But I haven't achieved happiness in you.

[ Midnight shifts closer, face searching for Kaveh's scent, his touch. Not kissing, not scenting him. Just there, feeling the way warm emanates from him ]

Was that your goal, Kaveh? You've only ever spoken of the pain, the sadness. My happiness was always there, darling. It simply is.

[ A smile shifts his whole world, a thank you breaks his heart. In this sense, happiness was always easy. Midnight's happiness was always so easy, and therefore easy to share... ]

[ midnight leans in. kaveh breathes out. his hand skims midnight's cheek, pulls him in close, forehead-to-forehead. nose-to-nose. chest-to-chest. midnight is the scent of a polish counter, a trellis overlooking the sea, the iron of a well-honed blade. ]

If you won't speak of the pain and the sadness, then obviously it falls to me to speak of it. You've turned the dredges of happiness into your purpose. There's a happiness that suits you much better.

[ Clean, impeccably bright, perfect. What else can Midnight be...? ]

All happiness is worthy, and I am all happiness. I suppose that makes me bound to wonder about the happiness of which you speak. Tell me about your mystery happiness... Where is it? What is it? It is, perhaps, a happiness you strive to cultivate in me, or a happiness you simply cannot see?

[ Midnight is genuinely curious, either way. What happiness is Kaveh talking about...? Isn't Midnight the expert? ]

It's obvious, isn't it? [ kaveh flicks midnight's forehead. it manages to be a fond motion. ] It's the happiness you have when you're with someone you trust, and love. When happiness is an echo and mirror of the one that's felt in your presence. That happiness suits you the best, and it only occurs when you let yourself be happy without all that nonsense about shying away from it in fear of it hurting someone else.

And that happiness was on the screen. And that's the happiness that I want to see in you.

[ Midnight scrunches up his face in a very attractive way (he assumes, because he's always attractive), but tucks himself back against Kaveh again, shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest, breath to breath. He focuses, because he loves Kaveh, and he always listens to those he loves... ]

Darling, darling. You asked for perfection. Not a relationship. Those two words aren't compatible. You know that, right?

We have a relationship. [ kaveh says, exasperated to the helpless curl of his fingers. he leans against midnight and takes his weight for his own, balances him against the flat of the couch as he measures his weight. has he been eating well? has he been losing weight? he'll have to rebalance his sword again; all these little things matter. ] And since I asked for perfection, then it seems to me that you have to strive towards it a little harder. Starting by telling me what you really think about that video.

You can't really think nothing, right?

We have a relationship. I was speaking of myself and Alhaitham. There is nothing between us at this point, darling.

[ Just a clarification. Of course Midnight has a relationship with Kaveh. That's why he can afford to be so cruel to him, sometimes... They share Kaveh, and that's a tenuous connection at best. ]

"Wow" is nothing to you? I was impressed, thus the comment. We're both very good looking people, darling, we were bound to be quite eminently attractive together in bed.

[ ... No comment about the emotional aspect. Midnight tilts his head. Is that what Kaveh was expecting from him...? If it was, Midnight really does think nothing of it. ]

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