[Apollo had never felt so small and helpless in his arms. He'd never seen the attorney as weak--in fact, he'd dare say he was stronger than he ever was in court. Klavier was a prosecutor, and with the courts the way they were, with the legacy that the prosecutors had, they always seemed to have the upper hand. A natural handicap, one could say. But Apollo persevered despite that, and came out even with him at every turn. That had to be recognized by someone, if not the courts then by Klavier himself.
But it's often inevitable that one forgets just how fragile a human can be too. Apollo may be godlike, in name and in personality, but he was still human.
And so, it takes another person to keep him up on the pedestal he deserves to be on, and if Klavier's arms had to bear that, they would gladly do so.
Apollo's apology goes in one ear and out the other, shaking his head delicately as he hushes him once more. Not to silence, but to reassure.]
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But it's often inevitable that one forgets just how fragile a human can be too. Apollo may be godlike, in name and in personality, but he was still human.
And so, it takes another person to keep him up on the pedestal he deserves to be on, and if Klavier's arms had to bear that, they would gladly do so.
Apollo's apology goes in one ear and out the other, shaking his head delicately as he hushes him once more. Not to silence, but to reassure.]
Then I will be until you're better, alright?
You've always been worth it.