[Klavier watches, taking in every small movement Apollo made. Watching as his eyes try to meet his, only flicking away once they make contact. Not too unlike Vongole when he felt guilty for chewing on his shoe, or when Apollo had a piece of evidence that didn't exactly prove anything substantial in court. It was weird how much of an open book Apollo was in those cases.
Sometimes he'd tease him for it. This was not one of those times. He sits up, when Apollo eases his weight off him, blue eyes practically glued to him as he watches. Clay's jacket is removed, and Klavier immediately takes it to fold it respectably to put to the side. Something to keep his hands and mind busy while he...wonders just what Apollo's up to. A few unbuttons of his shirt and those eyes shoot wide open, wondering if Apollo was going to--
Right now? Not that he'd refuse anything Apollo offered but...
That moment of surprise is replaced by something else. The small crumpling feeling of his heart as he sees bandages encasing his entire arms, his stomach just as bound. Confusion and fear completely overtake his face, and he looks to his boyfriend for answers.]
Apollo.
[His voice loses all it's music, replaced with a tone that's practically helpless, but still reaching for something.]
What happened to you? This isn't because of the case, is it? [Was someone targeting Apollo too? He'd heard of a courtroom attack, but that was --
no subject
Sometimes he'd tease him for it. This was not one of those times. He sits up, when Apollo eases his weight off him, blue eyes practically glued to him as he watches. Clay's jacket is removed, and Klavier immediately takes it to fold it respectably to put to the side. Something to keep his hands and mind busy while he...wonders just what Apollo's up to. A few unbuttons of his shirt and those eyes shoot wide open, wondering if Apollo was going to--
Right now? Not that he'd refuse anything Apollo offered but...
That moment of surprise is replaced by something else. The small crumpling feeling of his heart as he sees bandages encasing his entire arms, his stomach just as bound. Confusion and fear completely overtake his face, and he looks to his boyfriend for answers.]
Apollo.
[His voice loses all it's music, replaced with a tone that's practically helpless, but still reaching for something.]
What happened to you? This isn't because of the case, is it? [Was someone targeting Apollo too? He'd heard of a courtroom attack, but that was --
Oh god.]