[ It's a sweet thing for Midnight to say, and Keita knows that it's for his benefit that Midnight says it. It makes him smile, slightly, and he tilts his head up just enough that he can press his nose against the soft place just below Midnight's jaw, breathing in the familiar scent of him. ]

No. If there's one thing of which I'm quite certain, it's that you had no intention of going anywhere, at least not for a long while yet.

[ Which is part of why his sudden absence had been so enormously disconcerting. Keita is used to being able to see these things coming. Midnight tucks Keita more fully against his chest, and Keita turns his body into Midnight's, brings an arm around him so they're held together. Like this, Midnight will most likely feel more than hear Keita's quiet chuckle, accompanied by the purposeful caress of his palm between Midnight's shoulder blades. ]

Well, whatever are we to do? I'm already quite fond of your roguish ways. I fear that should you remain a scoundrel, I'll only be forced to care for you even more.

[ Kidding, sort of, where "sort of" means not at all. Midnight is dying; Keita is already dead. Between the two of them they make quite a pair. What Keita knows, beyond anything else, is that he would never ask more or less of Midnight than exactly what he's willing to give, however much of himself. ]

I won't decline the opportunity for a full inspection, though.