[It takes a few minutes for it to soak in--everything that Apollo had said to him over the course of this conversation.
He truly was stupider than he ever cared to admit. His thumb reaches back towards the cuff of his sleeve, gently brushing over the hand that had secured itself there, letting Apollo know that in this dark abyss he'd found himself lost in ever since Clay light had been put out, there was still one more candle he could flock to. And he'd keep that burning no matter how much the world wanted to put that out as well.]
Apollo.
[That name rolled off so easily on his tongue. How long had he daydreamed about being able to say that out loud so freely? Sure, he could call him by his first name at any time, but with their profession, and Klavier's own knack for teasing...it was best to save moments like this for now. When he can say them with the utmost feeling and love.]
I love you, too.
[Sure, he'd just said it, in not-so-metaphorical terms. He was the male mantis. HE was the one Klavier could turn to. Finghers clench tighter around the hand tethering him to the case, and need to tell Apollo exactly what he was thinking for feeling taking priority over everything else.]
Mein Lieb... Come here.
[Arms extend out to pull Apollo closer, pressing at the back of that coat to pull him in once more to he hell he'd found himself in. If there was one thing Apollo needed right now, it was someone to hold him. To tell him things would be alright. To tell him that even in the darkest times, he can still shine. Klavier's thumbs reach up to drag along Apollo's cheek letting his fingertips wipe them away. ]
Shh...shh, shh, shh....
Listen to me, Apollo Justice. Listen.
[His hands reach up to guide, the tips of his fingers cradling the boy in his hands, desperately trying to get those brown eyes to fixate on him. He doesn't care how long it is--ad he certainly isn't going to explain something like this to an employee. But...]
Y-You...You are Apollo Jutice. And you are going to be fine. [Said through his own sniffles, the both of them looking anything but graceful turned towards each other on the cough, hands gripping sleeves. It's quick, but he adds in that one final tagline.]
I'll make sure of it. We'll make sure of it together, ja?
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He truly was stupider than he ever cared to admit. His thumb reaches back towards the cuff of his sleeve, gently brushing over the hand that had secured itself there, letting Apollo know that in this dark abyss he'd found himself lost in ever since Clay light had been put out, there was still one more candle he could flock to. And he'd keep that burning no matter how much the world wanted to put that out as well.]
Apollo.
[That name rolled off so easily on his tongue. How long had he daydreamed about being able to say that out loud so freely? Sure, he could call him by his first name at any time, but with their profession, and Klavier's own knack for teasing...it was best to save moments like this for now. When he can say them with the utmost feeling and love.]
I love you, too.
[Sure, he'd just said it, in not-so-metaphorical terms. He was the male mantis. HE was the one Klavier could turn to. Finghers clench tighter around the hand tethering him to the case, and need to tell Apollo exactly what he was thinking for feeling taking priority over everything else.]
Mein Lieb... Come here.
[Arms extend out to pull Apollo closer, pressing at the back of that coat to pull him in once more to he hell he'd found himself in. If there was one thing Apollo needed right now, it was someone to hold him. To tell him things would be alright. To tell him that even in the darkest times, he can still shine. Klavier's thumbs reach up to drag along Apollo's cheek letting his fingertips wipe them away. ]
Shh...shh, shh, shh....
Listen to me, Apollo Justice. Listen.
[His hands reach up to guide, the tips of his fingers cradling the boy in his hands, desperately trying to get those brown eyes to fixate on him. He doesn't care how long it is--ad he certainly isn't going to explain something like this to an employee. But...]
Y-You...You are Apollo Jutice. And you are going to be fine. [Said through his own sniffles, the both of them looking anything but graceful turned towards each other on the cough, hands gripping sleeves. It's quick, but he adds in that one final tagline.]
I'll make sure of it. We'll make sure of it together, ja?