(in the short time he spent under phoenix wright's tutelage, he'd learned about his bracelet. about what it could do, how he could see so well. once he left, however, he didn't have anyone to teach him to hone it after that.
but he could always tell, somehow, when someone was lying or being dishonest to him. apollo had seen it time and time again as he approached different coaches for help, their hesitance to take him under their wing, their uncertainty on being able to trust him. he still chastises himself for not picking up on it sooner, instead trusting blindly and following orders believing he was doing the right thing.
here and now, though, it's different. it's almost instinctual, the way he reaches over to rub the skin under his bracelet, almost hoping there would be the familiar clench reacting to another person's anxiety.
his eyes grow wide, something vulnerable and bear underneath him, as if searching klavier for something. he was nervous, no doubt, apollo was just barely able to see it, but it wasn't because of the words. his hand grips around his wrist with the bracelet, pulling it up to his chest and apollo has to look away this time, so unused to seeing people so honest and genuine to him.) No, I... I believe you.
(almost without realizing, his eyes are misting over, just starting to form tears, leaving him to hurriedly blink them away. he doesn't need to be that vulnerable to klavier.) S-Sorry. I'm not... used to this.
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but he could always tell, somehow, when someone was lying or being dishonest to him. apollo had seen it time and time again as he approached different coaches for help, their hesitance to take him under their wing, their uncertainty on being able to trust him. he still chastises himself for not picking up on it sooner, instead trusting blindly and following orders believing he was doing the right thing.
here and now, though, it's different. it's almost instinctual, the way he reaches over to rub the skin under his bracelet, almost hoping there would be the familiar clench reacting to another person's anxiety.
his eyes grow wide, something vulnerable and bear underneath him, as if searching klavier for something. he was nervous, no doubt, apollo was just barely able to see it, but it wasn't because of the words. his hand grips around his wrist with the bracelet, pulling it up to his chest and apollo has to look away this time, so unused to seeing people so honest and genuine to him.) No, I... I believe you.
(almost without realizing, his eyes are misting over, just starting to form tears, leaving him to hurriedly blink them away. he doesn't need to be that vulnerable to klavier.) S-Sorry. I'm not... used to this.