(being an underdog involves still being liked by people, along with having the skill and opportunity to get another chance. apollo doesn't find himself under any of those categories.
but somehow, saying out loud just how terrified he is to skate, how it's been a challenge to get on the ice and find any sort of enjoyment in his practices, it makes his heart ache and weep. almost enough that he feels himself about to start tearing up. he blinks furiously, silently demanding those tears never fall, not in front of someone like klavier.
the inquiry catches his attention, glancing at klavier still with a hint of caution in his eyes. he reflexively tenses up, curling back just an inch, but not enough for their hands to separate.
part of him doesn't really want them to.) What? Why?
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but somehow, saying out loud just how terrified he is to skate, how it's been a challenge to get on the ice and find any sort of enjoyment in his practices, it makes his heart ache and weep. almost enough that he feels himself about to start tearing up. he blinks furiously, silently demanding those tears never fall, not in front of someone like klavier.
the inquiry catches his attention, glancing at klavier still with a hint of caution in his eyes. he reflexively tenses up, curling back just an inch, but not enough for their hands to separate.
part of him doesn't really want them to.) What? Why?