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[The longer the silence, the more it sinks in that for one brief moment, Apollo could've followed Clay's path. And that's a fear that still grips Klavier's heart as he scoops the man into his arms. That confession would have never come. He would have never known the man's feelings were it not for this. Life had never felt so fragile until he puts those pieces together.

Apollo's weight doesn't collapse beneath him. Klavier won't allow him to.

Strong arms keep him on his feet, wrapped snugly around his body with hands pressed to his back as he holds Apollo there, not letting the world crush him. Justice would stand as he always did, whether he was helping or if it was on his own. But the world wouldn't defeat him today, and Klavier would make sure of that. Apollo deserved that more than anything, to show to the bomber and his attempted murderer that he wasn't just surviving, but he was living. Clay would want that, he feels. He didn't know much about the man, but he knew enough from Apollo's opinion of him that he would want life to go on. He would want the sun to continue to shine.

His voice hushes softly in lullaby, hoping to calm the tears and hiccups of his boyfriend, hands stroking gently between his shoulderblades.] There's nothing to be sorry for, Apollo. You're not fine. You shouldn't be fine, after that.

[Eyes shut tight, tears streaming down his own face as he attempts to keep it together for Apollo's sake.]

But I'll be here until you are.

(he allows himself to curl in against klavier's embrace, trembling and terrified fists gripping the fabric as he cried his heart out into his lover's chest for what feels like the hundredth time that day.

his heart aches and caves in as the week flashes by in his mind. a body, a case, struggling with a trial, doubting his own coworker, courtroom walls collapsing in on him, trapping him under until he was able to be taken to the hospital, bandaged up like a mummy only to throw himself right back into his work and all too desperate to just find the truth for once only to have his efforts wasted by lying in a useless heap on the courtroom floor and all too near death once again. the memories don't stop flooding back, only solidifying how unbelievably reckless and stupid he'd been over the course of the week. it terrifies him to his very core, weak in klavier's arms, and all he can do now is leave his care and well being to klavier.

right now, he can't be fine. he can't force it anymore, even if he tries.) I-I just... it's so scary! I-I was almost murdered, and I didn't care! I couldn't care, n-not with all those murderers still running free! (it's hard, really, a true struggle and testament of his state to speak through gasping sobs and choked breaths as he lets his own waterfall of realizations flow out of him. he just can't stop speaking.)I just kept pushing myself, I had to at least save Ms. Woods, I just had to at least save one person! I didn't care what happened to me at all, I only thought about Clay! I ignored everything, even how close I was to dying, I didn't care at all, I even thought my own coworker killed him!

(his fists, with their death grip on klavier's clothes, shake him weakly, as if tremors are spreading through his entire body. violent, almost self-loathing tremors of delayed reactions to horrifying events.) I was just so angry and hurt! Wh-What's wrong with me, how could I do that!

[It's something Klavier doesn't have an answer for--not right away, at least. His brain mulls over everything that happened, the muggy fog in his brain from dealing with the narrow brush Apollo had with death starting to finally lift. Thoughts aren't as clear as he'd like, but they're much more coherent and cohesive the longer he thinks on them.

Apollo's words spill out in the meantime, all the pent up fear and delayed self-preservation bubbling to the surface. It's justified, too, because Apollo truly hadn't considered his own mortality during all of this, and the act that Klavier had to be the one to point it out to him, that his own rage (as short lived as it was) was what signaled for Apollo to even give his own life some thought...]

Because you survive, Justice. It's in your nature to survive. I don't just mean in life, either. You're...[A small, affectionate laugh.] You're very fortunate to be here, if I'm honest. But I think a lot of it has to do with your tenacity, the way you don't ever let life take you a direction you're not prepared to go on.

It wasn't your time to leave, but you possess an incredible amount of will to go on for others. Just like you show in the courtroom.

You survive. [He repeats, pulling the man closer and resting his chin on his head.] You survive so that Fraulein Woods could as well, and so that Clay could be remembered.

[His eyes close when he feels desperate hands shake him for answers. Unfortunately, all Klavier can even think of giving is comfort. Answers aren't his right to give.]

I'm so sorry, Apollo.

(he knows it's unfair of him, to demand so many answers from klavier about the cruel reality of the world. he already knows how the world is, he's known ever since he was nine years old, separated from his family and the only place he'd ever called home. the only constant in his life from that point on was clay.

and yet again, he's had family ripped away from him with no chance of ever reliving that happiness again. his live has always been a series of give and take. take him away from the family he loved dearly, give him a friend who means more than the world to him. take away his best friend he loved more than anyone, give him a boyfriend he's yearned for longer than he knows. it's irrational, illogical, but apollo already wonders how long he'll be able to have klavier in his life.

five years? maybe he'll be lucky enough to get ten. that seemed to more or less be his life limit with people. he wishes more than anything that klavier's words could be a source of comfort, relieve him of this overpowering grief he's become burdened with.

but all he's able to think of is how lonely surviving is. he's quiet, the only sound filling the room are his sobs as he tries to let klavier's words sink in, give him some peace of mind.

instead his voice is quiet, losing all fight and bite to it, more hollow than he should ever sound.) What good is surviving if I don't have anyone to live with? What... just what the hell is wrong with me? I've lost everyone.

(there's a sad, bitter laugh as that thought sets in. yeah. he's lost everyone.) Maybe I'm cursed. I'm not supposed to have anyone.

[Cursed.

Funny, for a time he thought that was him. Like everyone in his life was slipping right through his fingers like sand, and the tighter he held onto it, the more it seemed to pour out, leaving him alone to deal with the cruel world he'd been brought into.

It's not a side he brings up often. No one would see him as the prince he was if he didn't put on a show all the time. The judge had remarked how well he'd recovered after his brother's first sentence, a feeling of dread he hid behind a smile and rock music.

But when his music itself was pulled up from underneath him, Daryan had to go too. And it brought a panic in Klavier that the rest of his band would be the same. The band fell apart like a deck of cards, losing one more thing in his life he tried so desperately to find solace in.

He didn't like to admit it, for fear of putting even more pressure on Apollo's already heavy shoulders...but the defense lawyer was oddly enough one of the few pillars who'd withstood the test of time. It's a secret he keeps locked to his own heart, worried that if he ever uttered so much as a word that the curse would fall into effect.

But to hear Apollo having the same feeling...a feeling that everything good in their lives has an expiration date...

His hands move up and down the man's arms, being careful not to rub too vigorously and disturb wounds. He has to say something, and against his silly superstiious judgement, he breathes out.]

I thought that about myself once. Sometimes, I still do.

It's sad, thinking you'll never find anyone, ja? That no one stays forever...

[He smiles to himself, fiddling with a piece of his bangs idly.]

But there is one man who constantly proves again and again that he can't stay out of my life, and the best part of it is...I don't want him to.

Because he's what's helping me through my loss. And Herr Justice, I'm going to return the favour.

(apollo finds himself falling silent at the words, as the realization of the meaning behind them hits him.

klavier understands. he understands apollo's pain more than anyone in his world right now. the defeat and loss of having those you love ripped away so suddenly, whether by their own faults or the world's. he's lost just as much as apollo, yet even klavier had no one to turn to after the events of his own brother's and best friend's respective trials.

well. he didn't before. and somehow, even in the clouded storm of his mind so wrapped up in his own loss, he wants to help klavier, he wants to be there for him, offer the support he should have gotten months ago.

and maybe that's what got him so fucked up in the first place, he takes the concern he should have for his own well being, and focuses it on someone else. it shone through strongly when he pushed himself too far trying to defend ms. woods. maybe it's happening again. that desire of his to protect people, to be a source of comfort and support for those important to his life, it's both a strength and a weakness. he winds up taking it too far, ignoring himself in favor of someone he feels needs it more.

klavier's words confuse him, eventually causing his sobs to quiet as he rubbed at his eyes. his pain has by no means left him, but now, he wants to focus more on klavier's words.) Wh... what? Who is it?

(it doesn't click for him yet, that the person klavier is speaking of could be apollo.

because when has apollo ever been there for klavier the way klavier is here for him right now?)

[It's hard not to chuckle at Apollo's innocent question, and the soft puff of air that escapes in a soft 'pfft' is enough. There's nothing demeaning about it, more simple amusement and affection at the man as he tilts his head back down.

Was Apollo really so blind to all of that?

Fingers brush a stray lock out of his face as he gazes into those eyes, offering the most genuine, soothing, and caring smile he can muster. Because these next words are going to be the exact same. It's something Apollo needs to hear right now more than anything.]

It's you, Apollo. Ever since I met you in the courtroom, you've been there. You were there when my brother showed his true colours. When Daryan showed his, and when Kristoph turns his back on the law an became something much worse than a corrupted killer. A demon, the devil...it's not an easy thing to see or hear about someone you love.

But every time I was left in the dark, something as simple as your smile or as complicated as your irritated sighs brought me up to my feet. It kept me going, you might say.

[His voice trails off at that moment, humbling fiddling with his bangs in sheer nervousness.]

It's hard to say this easily but...

Thank you for taking the poison out of my life. I mean it.

(he freezes at the touch, one so foreign to him that not even clay would ever initiate. it's warm and soft, even letting his confusion at klavier's laughter dissipate immediately. the way he focuses solely on apollo certainly doesn't help, his face slowly heating up as he finds himself unable to tear away from eyes that seem to wish all the love in the world on him.

but the second the first words enter the air, waft through apollo's ears, he reacts. it's minute, small reactions, but after the days he's had, it's noticeable. a quick intake of surprised breath, hands gripping klavier's shirt a little tighter, a quiet plea that he's telling the truth.

his eyes are wide as klavier confesses just how important apollo is to his life, and he almost wants to protest. that it was in court, he had to do it, it was his job. but apollo knows the truth. he wanted to be there for klavier, inside and outside the courts. outside was far too inappropriate given their relationship. but inside?

inside he'd do whatever he could to help the prosecutor. the one man in the world, in his life, who didn't deserve for a single unfortunate thing to ever happen to him. but this? to hear as if apollo was his savior?

that's too much praise to put on him.) I... I don't--

(he has to cut himself short, give him time to rethink his words. he can't deny what he tried to do for klavier, how he wanted so desperately for klavier to not be alone, but also not be surrounded by so much evil and toxicity. someone who shone so brightly and so purely was far too good for half of the world. apollo still sadly counts himself in that half.

the words aren't coming out, not the way he wants to. if he denies what he did, it's the same as invalidating all klavier is doing for him now. so if he can't speak, he'll act. one hand raises up, cupping klavier's cheek as he treats the last important being in his life with such delicacy and reverence.

a hand that loops itself around to the back of klavier's head, curling into his locks as he gently pulls his face down. his eyes close as he places his lips over klavier's again, this time with no intention of pulling away.)

[They were beyond words at this point. He'd said what he'd always wanted to say to Apollo, and whether or not the man accepted it changed very little when it came to Klavier's opinion of him. He was the sun, through and through, no matter if he shone as bright as the view from Mercury or the dim light of a pale dot from Neptune's orbit. Apollo was everything to him by now, and he just hoped he could be even a fraction as important to him.

He shakes his head at Apollo's attempt to protest, although no more words come out. No matter what he says will be the same. It's a good thing they're silenced quickly, replaced by something so much better than mere words. Lips brush against his, and not the hesitant scoping out they'd done earlier. Not the helpless, desperate need for touch that had sent him back in a shove. This was a kiss meant for Klavier knowing Klavier wanted him back. And he was happy to oblige that as he wraps Apollo up in his arms, gently cradling him and minding those injuries as best he can. Calloused hands are surprisingly gentle and soft against Apollo's skin, heavy breathes shared between them as he drinks in all the man wants to give him. For the moment, however long it lasts, he's Apollo's, and nothing would change that.

Fingers massage his scalp and run through his hair, thoroughly mussed up from everything that'd happened, but Klavier's in no position to care. If he wanted anyone to play with it, to unwind that drill curl that'd become so iconic of the Gavins, he'd want it to be Apollo. Everything he was belonged to him, and had even before this moment. His savior, his sun...he'd always had him ever since they met, whether he knew it or not.

All that remained was to soak in the benefits. Envelope himself in the truth that he has a boyfriend now. A pale blue dot in the darkness that was his life.

His whole world was Apollo right now, and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Heated breath escapes as Klavier gulps for air, opening his mouth to allow entry should Apollo want it, his tongue gliding gently along the man's lips in an almost needy request.]

(he's been wounded, bruised, beaten both emotionally and physically, far more than any human should ever be susceptible to. but klavier's touch, the way his skin glides so delicately and carefully as if his hands alone were able to heal every physical infringement upon apollo's body. his heart pounds in his chest, every minor shift of his body, how their lips slide together so perfectly, the excitement causing apollo to grip klavier's hair just that bit tighter.

it's almost more than he's prepared for, his mind still swimming with conflict, is this the right time, should he really be letting himself go like this, is any part of this right. but then again, if it hadn't happened now, would it ever have? would apollo ever have learned how deeply he touched klavier's heart, how much they'd let their own lives swell to include the other as much as possible?

there's a flicker of a memory, clay telling apollo to get his act together or he'll regret it. sometimes missed chances are missed lives. and he knows for certain if he pulled away this time, he might not be able to go back to this. he allows himself to be pull in my klavier's mouth, drawn that bit closer to him.

open his up his heart fully.

the tongue shocks him, suddenly a hint of wet warmth he wasn't expecting. though, with how long they've both been waiting... it makes sense. he hesitates, giving himself a moment to consider just how far he wants to go. his mouth opens slowly to allow klavier's tongue, his breath, his life. every bit of it.

apollo will take all of it, one piece at a time.)

[Klavier had thought about waiting for this. Letting them both get settled and fed before he'd sink this deep into Apollo's love. But tender hearts are vulnerable, and if Apollo needed anything in his life right now, it was the warm security of someone out there loving him for who he is, every part and every inch of him that he'd give. He was tentative--he let Apollo decide if he wanted it or not. Every movement was with his permission, and that's how it'd stay until the man was confident to be on his own two feet again.

The kiss is deep, enough for Klavier himself to get lost in, their emotional states not enough to hold them up from sinking into the quicksand of bliss they'd gotten trapped in. Apollo was offering his heart, as broken as it was, for Klavier to fix. And he'd hold it, cradle it...cherish it.

Let Apollo know that there was always someone out there who thought the sun was beautiful above all else.

The taste is just like the moment--bittersweet, but leaves Klavier wanting more. Something to come back to later of course, when Apollo's bandages were changed, he had made himself comfortable, and they were allowed to have that time to themselves. Clay would be on both of their minds for awhile yet, and Klavier had a lot of mending to do to get him prepared for the funeral...

But he wanted Apollo to know above all else that someone was there for him.

The kiss only stops when air is necessary, drifting away from his lips softly and letting the warm air between them bounce off their cheeks. A soft pant escapes his lips and a smile spreads as he takes in Apollo's tear-streaked face, his own trying not to join in once more.]

Thank you, for everything, Apollo Justice.

Now let me help you with your injuries.

(if apollo could express it now in a way aside from pressing himself flush against klavier's lips, he'd only only proclaim how glad he was, how relieved and elated that klavier chose now to really soak in their love, embrace like this. he may be deprived of affection, of care, of love from those around him, but he knows more than anyone, he's wanted klavier's touch, his lips, his breath, ages before all of this. and he would never turn it down.

even if just for a short time, apollo allows himself to drift into the feeling. let his depression be kept at bay while he drinks in the klavier's taste and loses himself to the all too blissful feeling of being loved again. the way he kisses isn't nearly as hungry as klavier, just a little slower, a little more behind until klavier pulls away. apollo is out of breath, eyes eventually opening to stare up at klavier and wonder how it's possible for one person to be so awe-inspiring.

there's a brief nod at his suggestion, realizing his bandages probably shifted somewhere in the embrace. he's still a little slower, trying to catch up with the rest of the world.) Okay--

(and then he suddenly understands why he was so much slower. his face is flushed red from so much excitement, too much so to cause the wound on the back of his head to begin pounding in pain. his vision glares, sunspots blinding him and causing him to fall against klavier with a pained whine.

the hand on his head grips his hair tighter, eyes clenched shut as he waits for the pain to die down. he curls up against klavier, almost crumpling, his breath coming in pants and not from the kiss.) Need-- I need to sit down.

[He wasn't expecting it, and he probably should have. The moment the kiss breaks, he can see something is off about Apollo--he's not sure what, he's not able to see anything beyond the naked eye, but he could tell that there was something...and it isn't until he feels Apollo's body curl against his own that he can put everything together. Panic washes over him, and he's slow to move Apollo back down to the couch, arms securely (but gently) around him as they sink into the cushions.]

Alright, alright...it's okay. Let it pass.

[Soft, comforting coos and hushing, followed by soft lips against Apollo's head. With everything going on, and their whole lives practically topsy turvy in the span of a half hour, it's no wonder the man's starting to feel the strain on his own body.]

I'll be here.

(he lets himself be guided, the throbbing pain the back of his head too much of a hindrance to really care what's going on around him. he sits down on the couch, slowly, making as much effort as he can not too move too much or in the wrong way. his head rests against klavier's shoulder for support, giving himself time to steady his breathing, try and focus on something other than the pain.

like all of klavier. his smell, the feel of his skin, how his arms and shoulders are strong enough to support him, even when he could so easily crumble. how klavier is the one who's spent only a hald hour trying to fit the pieces of apollo back together, and done more for him now than the entire world has all week.

arms lower slowly to wrap around klavier's sides, pulling himself a little closer after having a few minutes of allowing the pain to die down. he doesn't raise his head quite yet, still seeing spots dance along closed eyelids.) I'm... not really going to be a good boyfriend for a while. S-Sorry.

[Apollo had never felt so small and helpless in his arms. He'd never seen the attorney as weak--in fact, he'd dare say he was stronger than he ever was in court. Klavier was a prosecutor, and with the courts the way they were, with the legacy that the prosecutors had, they always seemed to have the upper hand. A natural handicap, one could say. But Apollo persevered despite that, and came out even with him at every turn. That had to be recognized by someone, if not the courts then by Klavier himself.

But it's often inevitable that one forgets just how fragile a human can be too. Apollo may be godlike, in name and in personality, but he was still human.

And so, it takes another person to keep him up on the pedestal he deserves to be on, and if Klavier's arms had to bear that, they would gladly do so.

Apollo's apology goes in one ear and out the other, shaking his head delicately as he hushes him once more. Not to silence, but to reassure.]

Then I will be until you're better, alright?

You've always been worth it.

(it was something apollo prided himself on, being able to remain bright and strong in the face of adversity. offer a smile to a client to lift their spirits, reassure a friend through hard times. but when all is said and done, the man acting as everyone's support can only scream so many "i'll be fine!"s before they lose their force.

and apollo has lost all of his. there's no strength behind his voice, not for now, there's no uplifting smile, nothing that exudes "apollo justice is fine". because here and now, he'll admit it again and again. he's not fine. his new boyfriend has to spend their first day together picking up the pieces of him, with apollo trying to keep his body as put together as he can.) You're-- perfect...

(his words are mumbled, and even after taking the time to rest, get his bearings straight, completely stop moving, he's not feeling any better. every time he opens his eyes, he's met with blinding pain and sunspots on his eyes. but he can't black out now, that will only worry klavier beyond belief.

a hand blindly raises up, clutching at the shoulder of klavier's shirt, eyes still closed and face against his chest.) Can-- sing please. Supposed to help... lyrics so I can focus on something.

(he remembers it vaguely, the doctors telling him if he felt like he was about to pass out to play music. the lyrics keep him focused, give his brain something conscious to latch onto.)

[It's something admirable, to say the least, but Klavier knew that even the brightest suns eventually started to burn out. That the strongest fires can wither if not given more wood to rekindle the flames. And Apollo was just like that. He needed time to rest. To let himself be the one supported and taken care of.

Klavier would handle the rest. That he would make sure of.

But then, even then when Apollo lay in his arms clutching to fabric for dear life, he still had the endearing audacity to call him the perfect one. To relay just how good he was when he's the one who should be praised for his strength and longevity.]

You truly are something, Apollo...

[His voice is soft, almost a whisper, fingers gently brushing through brunette locks. Apollo had never felt so small in him, shivering like a maraca and trying desperately to hide from the world until he was ready to face it. And Klavier, wishing ever so deeply that there was something he could do. Something more than just words.

But Apollo's request...that certainly was just what he wanted, wasn't it?]

Sing?

[An odd request, but one he can certainly fulfill without question. There was no insturment to harmonize with, but Klavier's voice could drift to its own melody. And for Apollo, it would.

Lowering his head ever so slightly, lips part, and a soft river of lyrics flow from them. Slow enough for Apollo to follow, and sweet enough for him to truly mean each and every word.]

(he tries to protest, to think of something he can say in return and prove that klavier is being the better of the two right now. something about how klavier set aside his time to pick apollo up at his worst, never once question what he needed, allowed him to weep as much as needed. but words and desires to speak are scrambled in his mind, the pounding in the back of his head making him lose too much focus.

apollo was stubborn by nature. independent and capable, never letting himself fall enough to the point of needing to be picked up by another, except clay. he was the exception to all stubborn rules of apollo's life, but only because he shoved himself past them and never let apollo stand alone.

klavier was performing admirably as an encore to all of clay's tactics. and it's something apollo makes a note of to voice later. specially for klavier, in as loving a way as he can manage now.

he lets himself lay there, eyes closing and his brain zeroing in on the lyrics klavier spins for apollo, light and sweet, easy on the ears. his breathing steadies to match the tempo of the song, and while the pain may not be subsiding just yet, he at least doesn't feel close to blacking out anymore. but somewhere along the way, he focuses enough on the song to really hear the words.

and what they mean.

he allows himself a few moments to collect himself, slowly and delicately raising his head off klavier's chest to make eye contact. his eyes openly slowly, needing a new blinks to focus in on the world around him, as if he just woke up from a heavy sleep. still glazed over, a somewhat dazed look on his face from an unfortunate mixture of exhaustion from the day, and awe from klavier's calming voice.) Were you... singing for me? Or about me?

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