[If you asked him, it was far from a waste of time. He often did his worth rather efficiently--contrary to popular belief, he's quite the serious prosecutor when it comes down to it. Right now his priorities were on Apollo Justice, and making sure he has the strength to set foot in court again one day, not only living for himself, but carrying on for his best friend. There's nothing to be ashamed of in his eyes about Apollo's behavior. He'd been there once himself, and it was only by Apollo's own eyes that he was able to pull himself out of it.

He'd gotten back on his feet because he wanted to face that man in court. Here, he wants the same thing.

Klavier is completely silent as he positions himself, taking on an almost too-professional look of a hair dresser as he smiles, leaning in ever so slightly to take those two strands that seemed to have swept into the man's eyes. It's gentle, and fingers thread through it to get tangles out, wishing he'd had a spare comb or something.]

I'll do my best. [The whisper is almost ghostly, taken away by the air itself as he pulls those strands up, judging their thickness and distribution before he starts to apply the gel.]

I don't know if anyone told you, but you deserve to hear it.


You're handling this better than you think.