[This was exactly what Klavier didn't want--he'd gotten so far with Apollo, watched him start to heal and repair the broken bits of his life, slowly fitting together in what was the fragile start of his life coming together. It'd all happened in a second, a proverbial fist through the fragile cracked glass that was only barely holding together as it is. He'd just destroyed whatever was left of Apollo's self-worth and respect, and he's not even sure he should be picking up those pieces. He'd done one hell of a job the first time...

Apollo's own fingers thread through his hair, mussing up what was just combed out and styled. He can't blame him, though. Things had gotten infinitely complicated fast, and Klavier held the reins of allowing it to continue. Taking advantage of a man who had nothing and probably did this out of some need for companionship...

His eyes soften at Apollo's words, reaching up to salvage whatever's left of that hair by taking his wrist.]

Herr Forehead.

[There's no hint of anger or even being upset in his voice. It's as fluid as a river, gentle as a spring breeze as it escapes his lips, melodic and comforting. There was no way he'd leave Apollo if he was wanted. And that's just what the defense lawyer had told him. He wanted him here.]

I want to stay here, too.

["If you'll have me."]

We're friends, after all.

[More than friends on Klavier's part, if that kiss proved anything to him. Feelings had unearthed themselves in Klavier's heart, taking root there and now as clear as day in his mind. That kiss sparked something, for sure. But a part of him feels like it was meant for someone else. Someone he wishes was here right now.

Someone that deserved Apollo's love.]

Now, you're going to get tears on your face again...

[He smiles, ready to clean his face off again. He'd do it as many times as he had to.]