(klavier's smile lifts his spirits far more than he knows at the moment. how long has it been since he's seen a smile? a real smile, directed only at him. not one in pictures or memories or ones of pity for his circumstances. there's a thought, somewhere even farther in the back of his mind, that it's klavier's smile that took away even an ounce of his grief.
he doesn't want to focus on that. not right now. not in the middle of all this. but before he knows it, klavier is leaving him on the couch, and apollo scarcely manages to stop himself from reaching out to grab him, to not be left alone again. he can't leave. if he leaves, he'll never come back, apollo can't have that, he can't lose another--
he halts his thought process, controlling his thoughts, reigning them in from where they were headed. he's being unreasonable, klavier isn't going to leave him, he's just walking down the hall. well. into his closet, first. there's a small smile on his face, easily missed if you aren't looking. the kind you make when you might cry again. he'll laugh about this. someday.
apollo waits on the couch, silently, sincerely hoping klavier doesn't take long to finish whatever he set out to do. he takes this time to close the photo album, making a point not to look at it again. the situation would just repeat itself.
when klavier returns, apollo is reading back over the letter from clay's father again. he needs to respond, soon, for the sake of the funeral, and to give mr. terran one less thing to worry about. klavier's voice snaps him back to reality, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the container in klavier's hand.) Is that... my hair gel?
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he doesn't want to focus on that. not right now. not in the middle of all this. but before he knows it, klavier is leaving him on the couch, and apollo scarcely manages to stop himself from reaching out to grab him, to not be left alone again. he can't leave. if he leaves, he'll never come back, apollo can't have that, he can't lose another--
he halts his thought process, controlling his thoughts, reigning them in from where they were headed. he's being unreasonable, klavier isn't going to leave him, he's just walking down the hall. well. into his closet, first. there's a small smile on his face, easily missed if you aren't looking. the kind you make when you might cry again. he'll laugh about this. someday.
apollo waits on the couch, silently, sincerely hoping klavier doesn't take long to finish whatever he set out to do. he takes this time to close the photo album, making a point not to look at it again. the situation would just repeat itself.
when klavier returns, apollo is reading back over the letter from clay's father again. he needs to respond, soon, for the sake of the funeral, and to give mr. terran one less thing to worry about. klavier's voice snaps him back to reality, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the container in klavier's hand.) Is that... my hair gel?