(the tenderness of klavier's movements surprise him, but he doesn't move away from them in the slightest. he's never been cared for this lovingly, been treated like someone delicate, someone who needed time to heal and the proper care put into that. as though klavier was trying to protect him from any force that could bring him down, until apollo is ready to stand on his own again. it reminds him of clay, with a stab of guilt in his heart as that thought comes to his mind. is he accepting this because it's what clay would have done? is that all it takes to comfort him, someone just has to remind him of his best friend?
he bites his lip, shoving that thought down, far far deeper down than he normally does, forcing himself to think of validations for it. he turned away the comfort the agency offered him, but welcomed it from klavier. he almost craved for it, crumbling into his arms with little resistance for what his friend offered him. he clings to that thought, repeating it over and over again to center himself, wash the guilt away, chant to himself he's just overthinking it due to the stress and grief. it's klavier. it's klavier. it's klavier.
the warm rag helps to soothe him as he ruminates over klavier's words, letting his touch bring him a small bit of peace to his life, eyes fluttering closed as klavier brings a bit of life back into apollo. he thinks back to when he first lost his job, it was more than a year ago now. watching his boss be escorted away by the police, his office being searched and packed up. what he remembers most is clay being there constantly, never giving apollo moments to wallow in self pity or the woe is me act.
he would want to see apollo back in court. it's what he helped him with those two months rumors began floating around. clay was part of the reason they never bothered him, he was always there ready to fight anyone who said even one wrong word about apollo. it's what he was. a constant.
having klavier here, kind and gentle and trying to be even half of what clay was... apollo would never deny it brought him peace. eyes open slowly to greet warm blue eyes like the sky, never diverting their attention from the person before them.) You both want me to be able to stand again.
(his lips part, only a crack, a moment of weakness taking hold and controlling him. it's an automatic movement, one that just feels right as apollo leans over, dried lips greeting klavier's soft ones. heat flows through his chest as his heart tightens in excitement. it's only a moment, but that moment offers him enough clarity to know one thing.
it truly was klavier that apollo wanted here with him right now.)
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he bites his lip, shoving that thought down, far far deeper down than he normally does, forcing himself to think of validations for it. he turned away the comfort the agency offered him, but welcomed it from klavier. he almost craved for it, crumbling into his arms with little resistance for what his friend offered him. he clings to that thought, repeating it over and over again to center himself, wash the guilt away, chant to himself he's just overthinking it due to the stress and grief. it's klavier. it's klavier. it's klavier.
the warm rag helps to soothe him as he ruminates over klavier's words, letting his touch bring him a small bit of peace to his life, eyes fluttering closed as klavier brings a bit of life back into apollo. he thinks back to when he first lost his job, it was more than a year ago now. watching his boss be escorted away by the police, his office being searched and packed up. what he remembers most is clay being there constantly, never giving apollo moments to wallow in self pity or the woe is me act.
he would want to see apollo back in court. it's what he helped him with those two months rumors began floating around. clay was part of the reason they never bothered him, he was always there ready to fight anyone who said even one wrong word about apollo. it's what he was. a constant.
having klavier here, kind and gentle and trying to be even half of what clay was... apollo would never deny it brought him peace. eyes open slowly to greet warm blue eyes like the sky, never diverting their attention from the person before them.) You both want me to be able to stand again.
(his lips part, only a crack, a moment of weakness taking hold and controlling him. it's an automatic movement, one that just feels right as apollo leans over, dried lips greeting klavier's soft ones. heat flows through his chest as his heart tightens in excitement. it's only a moment, but that moment offers him enough clarity to know one thing.
it truly was klavier that apollo wanted here with him right now.)