[Words cut like daggers, sometimes, and the moment they escape Apollo's lips, it's clear that they slice right down to his heart. The soft, gentle way his head turns to avoid those fierce, nearly insulted brown eyes, the way he suddenly feels like a dog that's being scolded and yet doesn't understand why... It was hard.
Because truth is, he didn't know why.
Awkward silence fills the air between them, hanging heavy like a fog and leaving things even more unclear than when Apollo had wanted to go to the office so badly. Klavier can't help but reach up and play with his bangs, a nervous gesture he'd picked up when he had to pause a minute to collect his thoughts. A habit he'd maybe gotten from Kristoph--the two seemed to share a whole manner of tiny habits, despite being so different.
A few moments pass before he decides to speak up.]
It wasn't a handout, Herr Justice.
[His voice is soft, a gentle acoustic to his usual bright and bold rock ballad. Klavier was often such a giving person--he'd given out backstage passes to his friends all the time, he'd given more than his fair share to Lamiroir and his bandmates when he had them. He'd given Kristoph love, knowing now that his brother hadn't deserved it.
But sometimes he has to learn that not everyone wants things handed to them. Not everyone wants him to save them like some Prince. A hard lesson, but one he often forgets.]
It was just an idea, ja? I would love to have you, but it's your choice.
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Because truth is, he didn't know why.
Awkward silence fills the air between them, hanging heavy like a fog and leaving things even more unclear than when Apollo had wanted to go to the office so badly. Klavier can't help but reach up and play with his bangs, a nervous gesture he'd picked up when he had to pause a minute to collect his thoughts. A habit he'd maybe gotten from Kristoph--the two seemed to share a whole manner of tiny habits, despite being so different.
A few moments pass before he decides to speak up.]
It wasn't a handout, Herr Justice.
[His voice is soft, a gentle acoustic to his usual bright and bold rock ballad. Klavier was often such a giving person--he'd given out backstage passes to his friends all the time, he'd given more than his fair share to Lamiroir and his bandmates when he had them. He'd given Kristoph love, knowing now that his brother hadn't deserved it.
But sometimes he has to learn that not everyone wants things handed to them. Not everyone wants him to save them like some Prince. A hard lesson, but one he often forgets.]
It was just an idea, ja? I would love to have you, but it's your choice.