[Klavier was a celebrity among people, and if that wasn't a harsh course in learning how to put on a brave face for the public, he didn't know what was. It's that which keeps him coming into work even after his brother was convicted. A brave face to accept that his best friend could be linked to a murder. An unchanging attitude to when he softly looked to the ceiling with a sad smile, saying only a few words.

"Kristoph, you're not needed."

But much like his career, he went home, he took off that mask, and he cried. He cried into his arms, watching his small circle of loved ones dwindle down. Those who he kept closest to his heart were who had metaphorically stabbed him in the back. Kristoph only saw a tool. Daryan had once been thought of as his confidant. He cried similar to how Apollo was now. And he wished every time that there was someone he could've held onto.

That's why he's not leaving. That's why he came over.]

I know.

[His words are soft, almost a whisper as his lips grace the top of Apollo's head. Truth was...he didn't know. Apollo and Clay were best friends. Who was he to even try to understand something like that? Losing someone close to you was a feeling that everyone had felt, but it comes in different degrees.

Clay was special in Apollo's life, and there's a soft, silent thank you to the deceased man, for being there for him for as long as he could.

"I'll take it from here, freund."]

You don't have to pick yourself up right now. No one is strong enough to do something like that, Herr Justice.

It is okay for you to grieve.


And I want you to for as long as you need to.