[Apollo may not have thrown his arms up in celebration physically, but Klavier's known to be able to see the underlying feelings of someone just by looking at them. He couldn't perceive like Apollo, and he certainly couldn't use a magatama to discover psyche-locks, but the happiness bubbling underneath was all but obvious to anyone watching Apollo close enough. And believe him, Klavier was definitely watching close enough. The way his eyebrows rose just a fraction, the way his eyes had that glint that could only be compared to a dog being told he'd done a good job.

Klavier wanted more moments like that. The skating world could use that wide-eyed optimism.

It seems to work, though, with Apollo dropping his bag down and scrambling to put his skates on, Klavier's eyes trained on him affectionately as he finishes removing his. He wants to see Apollo skate, express himself, let himself fall victim to the music. Or bask in the silence, if that's how he skates. Blue eyes daze off, watching his excited, frantic tying of his laces, hand holding his chin and elbow on his knee.

Dazed enough that he almost doesn't catch what Apollo's saying, a soft, confused 'hmm?' slipping between his lips.]

Untapped potential.

That's what I was told when I was freed. Inexperience isn't something to feel intimidated by or angry at. We all are at one point--no one steps out onto the ice and can skate masterfully.

I want to see you grow, Justice. If I wanted to watch a professional skater who did everything correct and lifeless and stoic...I'd watch our old coach.


I want to see you. I want to see every part of you.



[Like that butt.]