[It's not a situation Klavier often found himself in, either. He'd learned to hide his tears and sadness for himself. When Kristoph had been revealed for his true motives, he'd of course been sad, but the tears were tucked away for when he was alone in his house, crying into a pillow or the counter or his new dog's fur, or even up into the ceiling. It hurt more than he would ever show the public. It hurt not having anyone in your life.
And if Apollo was accusing him of this, it's hard to have that unwavering confidence that you once so easily threw about. It takes a backseat to your insecurities.
His eyes close letting the tears stream down his cheeks as he tries to somewhat collect himself. Scramble to get a hold on his emotions in some way. This wasn't how he wanted his confession to go. He'd imagined something a lot more planned out and better timed--not only four days after Clay's case had been solved. But it can't be helped, not with this situation...
"You're an idiot!"
Something about that...maybe it's the way Apollo says it, with a wail and desperation that matched his own, but he can't help but smile at it. Because...really, it wasn't all that incorrect. A laugh escapes, although it comes out more as a cough with a gasp for air as he lets his words sink in. Fingers drape across his face, scrubbing the tears once more as he processes all of this, sad smile on his face and his eyes looking anywhere but into Apollo's.
Light teases he could handle.
But it's what comes next that his eyes spring open. Of course, he wasn't a complete idiot. He knew that Apollo was the one that had kissed him, and that he had kissed back. But he'd thought Apollo was just desperate for any sort of attention, in need of someone to love him when Clay could not. Something Klavier had selfishly indulged himself on and regretted it a second later.
But this...?
Fingers clench his own hair, untangling that drill curl that had become so iconic for him over the past few years. His eyes fixate on the man, completely alert. You have his full and undivided attention, Apollo, and he's hanging on your every word.]
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And if Apollo was accusing him of this, it's hard to have that unwavering confidence that you once so easily threw about. It takes a backseat to your insecurities.
His eyes close letting the tears stream down his cheeks as he tries to somewhat collect himself. Scramble to get a hold on his emotions in some way. This wasn't how he wanted his confession to go. He'd imagined something a lot more planned out and better timed--not only four days after Clay's case had been solved. But it can't be helped, not with this situation...
"You're an idiot!"
Something about that...maybe it's the way Apollo says it, with a wail and desperation that matched his own, but he can't help but smile at it. Because...really, it wasn't all that incorrect. A laugh escapes, although it comes out more as a cough with a gasp for air as he lets his words sink in. Fingers drape across his face, scrubbing the tears once more as he processes all of this, sad smile on his face and his eyes looking anywhere but into Apollo's.
Light teases he could handle.
But it's what comes next that his eyes spring open. Of course, he wasn't a complete idiot. He knew that Apollo was the one that had kissed him, and that he had kissed back. But he'd thought Apollo was just desperate for any sort of attention, in need of someone to love him when Clay could not. Something Klavier had selfishly indulged himself on and regretted it a second later.
But this...?
Fingers clench his own hair, untangling that drill curl that had become so iconic for him over the past few years. His eyes fixate on the man, completely alert. You have his full and undivided attention, Apollo, and he's hanging on your every word.]
You love me?
[The feeling was mutual, of course.]