(apollo can confess with a certain amount of confidence that he trusts klavier to give whatever he sets his mind to his all. whether it be in the courtroom, or on stage, apollo at least knew the man in front of him was not the type to half ass anything. maybe that's what made this so nerve-wracking for him, to have someone as full of love and passion as klavier here, in his life, picking up the pieces and delicately putting apollo back together, piece by piece.
it's part of the reason he has a hard time finding a place for his eyes to rest. staring at klavier just... seems like too much, he can't bring himself to stare anywhere immediately in front of him, not with klavier's eyes promising him comfort and his smile giving him hope.
but soon, he doesn't have to worry about where his gaze lands, fingers threading through his hair and him realizing no one's ever played with his hair before. touched him like this. sure, there have always been friendly hair ruffles here and there, but nothing quite so calming and intimate as this. his eyes close slowly, taking in the touch and letting klavier work, a quiet scoff just barely under his breath.) Yeah, tell that to everyone at the agency.
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it's part of the reason he has a hard time finding a place for his eyes to rest. staring at klavier just... seems like too much, he can't bring himself to stare anywhere immediately in front of him, not with klavier's eyes promising him comfort and his smile giving him hope.
but soon, he doesn't have to worry about where his gaze lands, fingers threading through his hair and him realizing no one's ever played with his hair before. touched him like this. sure, there have always been friendly hair ruffles here and there, but nothing quite so calming and intimate as this. his eyes close slowly, taking in the touch and letting klavier work, a quiet scoff just barely under his breath.) Yeah, tell that to everyone at the agency.