[A part of that was true: it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for anyone to do that, given the circumstances. But Klavier often went to the beat of his own drum, something Apollo would know more than anything. The melody he played was his own, and no different was his decision to come around and check up on his friend.
Friend. Not exactly something you call your rival in the courtroom, but no other word (one other word) seemed to fit. But Klavier's contacts shrunk considerably since the Gavinners broke up, and even more after Kristoph's contact number in his phone had to be taken off for good. Apollo, for all intents and purposes, was one of the closest people he had to his name. They say it's the celebrity life that's the loneliest....and right now, sometimes Klavier felt that. Which meant whoever he had he kept close to his heart. Apollo being one of those people.]
Nein... [he objects, voice low and soothing as he trails a hand up and around that coat to hold the back of the man's neck.The embrace only holds as long as Apollo is willing to let him, his chin resting atop that head and arms enveloping him against his chest. Fragile was a good word for it, feeling him tremble in his very arms.]
Herr Forehead. It's alright to grieve.
[His body shifts, moving to that he can slide the gap from the coffee table to the couch easily and without breaking hold of the man he was holding.]
But if it's alright with you, I'd like to be here.
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Friend. Not exactly something you call your rival in the courtroom, but no other word (one other word) seemed to fit. But Klavier's contacts shrunk considerably since the Gavinners broke up, and even more after Kristoph's contact number in his phone had to be taken off for good. Apollo, for all intents and purposes, was one of the closest people he had to his name. They say it's the celebrity life that's the loneliest....and right now, sometimes Klavier felt that. Which meant whoever he had he kept close to his heart. Apollo being one of those people.]
Nein... [he objects, voice low and soothing as he trails a hand up and around that coat to hold the back of the man's neck.The embrace only holds as long as Apollo is willing to let him, his chin resting atop that head and arms enveloping him against his chest. Fragile was a good word for it, feeling him tremble in his very arms.]
Herr Forehead. It's alright to grieve.
[His body shifts, moving to that he can slide the gap from the coffee table to the couch easily and without breaking hold of the man he was holding.]
But if it's alright with you, I'd like to be here.