(with how often and how passionately klavier could speak about apollo, there's still a small part of him that can't quite understand what klavier sees in him. even stranger still, the man he loved found his courtroom side so enchanting, the one side apollo felt could be the most embarrassing. hardly keeping it together, flying on nothing more than a bluff, often times having to figure out things as he went along.

but if a man like klavier gavin could gaze at apollo, see something worthwhile, worth loving, then he really can't bother finding any reason to object to it.

it had been a struggle, at first, to come to terms with the fact that someone as awe inspiring and world changing as klavier adored him as much as he did. normally, having a loved one as perfect as klavier would make one only boost their self-esteem, but apollo's... well, it tended to plummet. stressing over if he was truly good enough, how long it would last, what would even be left at the end of the day.

but days turned into weeks, into months, and nothing changed. klavier's love for him only grew, far more open and willing to display affection at the drop of a hat. those little voices of doubt were eventually crushed underfoot of klavier's undying emotions for him, and now? apollo wouldn't have it any other way.

he shuffles those few inches closer, to fully press their bodies against each other to give apollo a better position to leave idle kisses down klavier's face and neck.) Then the defense rests. Although... the defense would also like to bring up a point the prosecution made earlier.

(stated in a rather pleasing tone, as apollo's hand drifts down from his head, over his back, down right to klavier's ass

and gives it a firm squeeze.) If they're still interested in pursuing that.

(god only knows i am.)