[He'd never see himself as one. For as popular as he was, he was never taken too seriously among prosecutors. Miles Edgeworth could at least acknowledge his talent, but no one in that office would ever say he was a source of guidance. A confident, good lawyer, but certainly one that didn't follow the norm of prosecutors.
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But Apollo was right. He didn't have the power to see beyond what he was given. All he knew was that this man was broken down, and he doesn't have the power to put him back together. That's something Apollo has to do himself, and he'll be here to hold the pieces for him until he's ready.
The kiss was receieved, and without a word of protest or any more desperate sobs, he rubs the man's back, pulling him away just so he can see his face. Blue eyes meet the large brown ones of Apollo, wiping a stray tear from his cheek as he offers a smile.] Well your hair does look less sharp than normal, Herr Forehead. Perhaps he's onto something, ja?
[Which gives him an idea. He holds up one finger, giving a soft, playful grin.] I'll be one moment. Can you wait for me?
[It IS quick, the way he situates Apollo on the couch, making his way up and...oddly looking around for something in particular. It's almost comical, the way he opens a door only to find a closet. It's quickly shut, with a little apologetic smile. He...he meant to do that.]
Second time's the charm.
[A few seconds more and he's found his way down the small hallway...]
Found it.
[The blonde pops back into view again, holding the hair gel that they'd only just been talking about, right there in his hand. Sure, Klavier couldn't solve Apollo's sadness, but he could certainly shed a little light into the room that had been left in the dark for so long. The sun wasn't shining today.
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But Apollo was right. He didn't have the power to see beyond what he was given. All he knew was that this man was broken down, and he doesn't have the power to put him back together. That's something Apollo has to do himself, and he'll be here to hold the pieces for him until he's ready.
The kiss was receieved, and without a word of protest or any more desperate sobs, he rubs the man's back, pulling him away just so he can see his face. Blue eyes meet the large brown ones of Apollo, wiping a stray tear from his cheek as he offers a smile.] Well your hair does look less sharp than normal, Herr Forehead. Perhaps he's onto something, ja?
[Which gives him an idea. He holds up one finger, giving a soft, playful grin.] I'll be one moment. Can you wait for me?
[It IS quick, the way he situates Apollo on the couch, making his way up and...oddly looking around for something in particular. It's almost comical, the way he opens a door only to find a closet. It's quickly shut, with a little apologetic smile. He...he meant to do that.]
Second time's the charm.
[A few seconds more and he's found his way down the small hallway...]
Found it.
[The blonde pops back into view again, holding the hair gel that they'd only just been talking about, right there in his hand. Sure, Klavier couldn't solve Apollo's sadness, but he could certainly shed a little light into the room that had been left in the dark for so long. The sun wasn't shining today.
But a star will shine on until morning.]