(the desire to bite back with one of his usual sarcastic remarks dies the longer klavier holds him like this, something so ridiculous and cartoonish, yet intimate and warm. how klavier pulls him close, rests his chin on apollo’s head, a smile brightening apollo’s face at the gesture as he nuzzles klavier’s neck. this was all he’d ever wanted, and everything he’d ever wanted to give to klavier. love, a smile on his face, warm memories and laughter. when klavier let down his walls, when he didn’t have to worry about being a rock star, or a prosecutor, but let all the walls and shells come down, that’s who apollo wanted to bring true happiness to.

and if their borderline childish banter could give that to him, apollo would gladly keep it up. that is, until he has moments where he was just has to be honest. and being honest about his (very strong) emotions regarding klavier made him feel as though he were confessing all over again.

a few soft kisses to klavier’s neck, a low hum of a chuckle as he cupped klavier’s face in his hands, his beautiful, precious, one of a kind, melt your heart every time face. god, apollo was truly weak to him.) You want me to be honest? Well…

(apollo takes a moment to tuck klavier’s hair behind an ear, still gazing at him with warm, far too loving eyes as he presses a single kiss to klavier’s lips.) I don’t care what kind of sheets you have. So long as I get to look at you, so long as I’m on them with you, that’s all I care about.