(he nods at klavier' repeat of his words, another silent confirmation that he was heard, that he was believed. apollo is making a note to himself now that no matter what happens, no matter how his bracelet might react to klavier's words, he'll trust him. apollo is placing his fragile heart of glass in klavier's, trusting him above all else to care for it.
maybe it's the guilt on top of everything else making him cry this painfully. how could he ever doubt him? klavier's actions have never once implied that he felt any ill will towards the attorney. hell, they had always reflected just the opposite.
then again, perhaps grief can do that to a person. a cracked and breaking heart is a hard thing to heal, especially when the one person who has the capabilities to heal it is no longer here. it makes you doubt the world, doubt your own strength to stand up stronger and face challenges with renewed vigor. apollo wasn't at that stage yet, he still needed to grieve, to let his emotions out to properly cope with them. but this time, at least, he had someone here to help piece his heart back together. he wasn't alone this time.
the kiss to his forehead earns a shaky sigh of comfort, letting himself lean against klavier and taking in as much love filled support as he's willing to give. arms wrap around as he sniffles, deep breaths to finally calm down, let the tears and wails subside to sniffles and a quiet, slow stream of tears.
even his nickname somehow sounds better now, and he's sure even that lifted his spirits even by the slightest bit. another calming sigh as he allows himself this moment to lay against a treasured loved one, a silent and desperate hope that he won't leave, as well.) Pizza sounds good.
(he shifts, just so on the couch, enough to make him and klavier rest against each other comfortably and wrapped in each others arms. but he winces, a low whine from the back of his throat with a concerned stare down at his arms. it occurs to him that he might have been moving too much, and however much it pains him emotionally and physically, he begins to rise away from klavier and off the couch.) Um... I'll be right back. I've gotta get something.
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maybe it's the guilt on top of everything else making him cry this painfully. how could he ever doubt him? klavier's actions have never once implied that he felt any ill will towards the attorney. hell, they had always reflected just the opposite.
then again, perhaps grief can do that to a person. a cracked and breaking heart is a hard thing to heal, especially when the one person who has the capabilities to heal it is no longer here. it makes you doubt the world, doubt your own strength to stand up stronger and face challenges with renewed vigor. apollo wasn't at that stage yet, he still needed to grieve, to let his emotions out to properly cope with them. but this time, at least, he had someone here to help piece his heart back together. he wasn't alone this time.
the kiss to his forehead earns a shaky sigh of comfort, letting himself lean against klavier and taking in as much love filled support as he's willing to give. arms wrap around as he sniffles, deep breaths to finally calm down, let the tears and wails subside to sniffles and a quiet, slow stream of tears.
even his nickname somehow sounds better now, and he's sure even that lifted his spirits even by the slightest bit. another calming sigh as he allows himself this moment to lay against a treasured loved one, a silent and desperate hope that he won't leave, as well.) Pizza sounds good.
(he shifts, just so on the couch, enough to make him and klavier rest against each other comfortably and wrapped in each others arms. but he winces, a low whine from the back of his throat with a concerned stare down at his arms. it occurs to him that he might have been moving too much, and however much it pains him emotionally and physically, he begins to rise away from klavier and off the couch.) Um... I'll be right back. I've gotta get something.