(he's never heard just his name sound so gorgeous before, his heart nearly leaping into his throat as he hears his name resonate like a chorus. while klavier was thinking of an announcer shouting his name, apollo can only imagine klavier saying it over and over again, and god, he fell this hard after just meeting him.

but klavier is speaking to him, asking questions, and it would probably do apollo some good to snap out of his gaydream and listen. and... that part of him that can't trust anyone, not after all the lies and betrayal he's been through, that part of him gets defensive. he tenses up, just barely, hands on his bags tightening, staring at klavier with cautious and hesitant eyes.) Why are you so insistent on this? You don't even know if the feeling is mutual.

(... wait. he pauses, thinking over his words as they replay in his mind. that. definitely didn't come out right. a light pink blush washes over his cheeks, a bit of his walls coming down to be replaced with something more... embarrassed. frantic.) N-Not like that, I didn't mean it like that! I just meant I might not want to go on a date!

(shit. klavier never said it was a date. why did he say it was a date? IT WASN'T A DATE???? WAS IT????? HE DOESN'T KNOW. his blush only deepens, going from pink to red in moments, quickly losing his composure as he struggles to find the right words.) And it's not a date! This isn't a date, it's... it's just a meeting! Between acquaintances! That I might not want to go on!

(klavier please stop him before this boy stops breathing.)