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(it doesn't even take a moment for apollo to realize how much he hurt klavier, words cutting deep into his heart in a way he promised he never would. the anger slips off his face like a mask, replaced with frantic worry, taking quick steps forward to try and ease the situation, relieve his pain. his hands stop in midair, reaching out to him, but not making it, stuck in a halfway point as they flinch ever slightly, debating whether or not he's even good enough to touch klavier.

that part of him that holds onto all his insecurities is screaming he'd ruined one of the few good things he has in life.) I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that!

(he needs to take a moment to breathe, calm himself, find his center again. remind himself over and over this is how klavier is, he's kind and warm and generous and he just wants to help.

his expression is nothing but guilt, staring down off to the side like a child breaking a rule, hesitant on speaking again, for fear of harming klavier again. he's quiet, unsure of how to word things, and it sounds like it.) I-I'm just... not used to this. People caring. I've always been independent, I had to be. Since I was nine, I had to just. Take care of myself. Until I met Clay.

(he shifts awkwardly, glancing up to meet klavier's eyes with nothing but sincerity and an open heart. this isn't usually something he divulges to others, but in this case? saving klavier and his relationship with harm took priority above all else. he deserves that much, and more, for putting up with apollo in such a state. he reaches out tentatively to have his fingertips grab the sleeve of his cardigan, a test of if he's allowed back in.) I never had someone to do what you're doing now, not until Clay. I'm just used to people looking at me with pity, I thought you were doing the same. But you'd never do that, and I'm sorry, Klavier.

[He doesn't see the way the anger melts off Apollo's face, not at first. His eyes are too busy cast to the side, trying to desperately figure out what was so wrong with what he was asking. Did it really seem like he was treating Apollo like a charity case? If you asked him, and only him, he'd deny it flat out. To him, it was an opening life had given them to take the next step, to make things slightly less lonely.

Maybe he'd jumped a little too eagerly into it.

A smile forms on his lips, sad but understanding as he hears Apollo cry out in a panic, trying to reassure him of his apology. But Klavier for all intents and purposes was as forgiving as could be, and it's no sooner that he'd gotten sad than his face was turning back to him, blue eyes sparkling to match the crisp air of a winter morning.

He listens. He lets Apollo talk. There's no doubt in his mind that he'd forgive the man, but sometimes the defense has to be heard before proof can absolve them of a crime. That doesn't deter the small smile on his face. Pride, maybe, for the man in front of him, for being so independent and trying to make it on his own. It was admirable, if a little frustrating for a doting boyfriend.

Fingertips brush the edge of his cardigan, and without breaking eye contact for a second Klavier reaches to take that hand in his own, cupping calloused fingertips around the softer skin.]

Your decision will not change how I feel about you, ja? You can say no, or you can say yes, and I'll drive you to whichever building you want--the office or my own.

[He calmly inspects that hand, running his fingers inbetween Apollo's.]

But I truly would like you to live with me, Apollo. You're not the only one who lives alone, you know.

[Said with a hopeful smile.]

(he's relieved beyond words when klavier finally looks at him again, not the slightest bit of disappointment in him or anger or hurt. he was so terrified he'd hurt klavier, far more than he knew. but that smile... it's that smile that kills him. so hopeful, the tiniest bit of sadness behind it. apollo can see it clearly and it kills him inside.

and he's cursing his own damn pride for making him this way. it would be so easy, to just say yes, become a complete part of klavier's life every day, every minute. waking up together, making breakfast, spending more days off together and not scrambling to make time.

klavier's words are so inviting, so welcoming and tempting, and he'd love nothing more to give into them. he bites his lip, considering this, debating on whether he should share a home with klavier, live in what he can only describe as perfection, or return to the dingy office he's called a shitty home for the past couple weeks.

he looks down, defeated, almost pained, but gripping klavier's hand back tightly.) I... I just can't. Freeloading off my own boyfriend... that's just not right.

(but he desperately wishes it could be. for both of their sakes. what did he ever do to deserve klavier gavin?)

[He knows that pride can have an affect on your decision. It's sometimes all someone has, and he can definitely see why Apollo would cling to it so fiercely. With how he's usually treated in the courtroom to his life at the PWAA, it's no wonder that he wants to keep hold of whatever he can safely say he 'earned'.

But it does hamper his attempt to genuinely help out the man, he thinks with some amusement. Who'd have thought just wanting to live with your boyfriend would be such a silly 'arguement', if you could even call it that. It's endearing, and despite the sadness behind that smile, he knows he wouldn't be Apollo Justice if Klavier didn't have to fight for it.

Just like in court...and in every other part of his life. He welcomed the man's pride, his faults, his stubbornness as much as he welcomed his love and devotion.]

Freeloading's such an awful term to use, Herr Forehead.

[His voice can't hide the chuckle, bringing him slightly closer and looking up at him with those blue eyes.]

If you truly want to pay rent, I guess we could work something out that's affordable for you. Pay what you can and could still live on, ja?

That seems fair to me, baby.

(there's just something about klavier's eyes that apollo could find himself gazing at for hours without even realizing. maybe it's the bright, vibrant color of them, to complement the darker tone of his skin. it all just suits him perfectly, makes him more beautiful than apollo really has words for.

the words are just as wonderful. klavier offering so much to apollo, asking for nothing in return and really only going this far to make out a deal that works comfortably for apollo. he'll spend the rest of his days wondering how on earth he managed to get klavier gavin to fall in love with him. maybe if he asked ema nicely with snackoos, she'll figure out the science behind it.

even so, there's such a thing as going too far, and apollo can't help but wonder if they've reached that point. klavier seems willing to do just about anything to get apollo to move in with him, and there's just... something he can't quite figure out the why of. sure, it would be nice to live together, but is that really what klavier is going so far for?

to have apollo in his life that much more? the thought is exhilarating, albeit making him anxious. he doesn't know what to do with a person who loves him so wholly. his face falls gazing at the ground, worry lines scrunching up in his face as he considers this.) That hardly seems fair if you're still the one paying most of the rent. I... I just don't know, Klavier.

[Always a fighter until the end. Definitely one of Apollo's most endearing traits, if not a slightly frustrating one. But really, it's hard to be angry at a man who is going so far to not be a burden on him. As if Klavier really had many burdens to pin to his name that weren't emotional or psychological. There's not too much worry on him financially--three platinum singles can do that to you.

He holds strong, letting Apollo mull over it in his own mind. He can't blame him, really--when the courts themselves provide your paycheck instead of the client, it makes for a much more stable income. It's easy to feel crushed under that security, when Apollo's just scraping together what he can.

Maybe he is rushing this a little. Maybe he is being a little insensitive to this.

But there's one part of Apollo's sentence he has to correct, taking his hand and brushing his calloused fingers across smooth skin.]

Apollo--there is a saying. "Fair is giving everyone what they need, not giving everyone the same thing."

(it's the last thing in the world that apollo wants, to be considered a burden in anyone's life. klavier's, above all else. it's irrational, but the part of him that was a child raised until nine then shoved off into a land he didn't know, that part is terrified it will happen again. that klavier will find apollo too much to deal with, then cut him out of his life with a false promise of returning someday.

klavier may be far gentler, more loving and willing to open his heart, but in the end, that would only make a possible cut off that much more painful. and it's not a kind apollo wishes to revisit. he's only known klavier as long as he's been a lawyer, not quite at a place where he can tell klavier will be a constant presence like clay, but one he wishes, more than anything, that klavier could be. that he could wake up to klavier's voice, decide to be too lazy on their days off and lounge together, debate on who does what shopping before ultimately choosing to go together. it sounds perfect.

but the fear of klavier growing tired of apollo after living together, that the spark of their relationship dies out and klavier no longer feels love for him, those ones are louder. even with how careful and kind klavier is, holding apollo's hand like he's something to be treasured, even then fear flashes in apollo's face that klavier won't want him forever.

and the longer things go on, the louder that annoying little voice gets.

the touch makes him blush, just a pinch more pink to his face as he tries to link their hands together, feel more of that calloused skin he's come to love far too quickly in the span of a few months.) I don't need to live rent free to be okay... wh-why are you pushing so hard for this, anyway?

[Klavier could point out that he's living in the office rent-free, and that creates a contradiction in his testimony about being perfectly fine now, but his tongue yields, figuring that'd best be saved for another time. A time when Apollo didn't look on the verge of crying over an extended invitation to come live with him.

There's pain behind those eyes--Klavier can see it. A kind so different from Kristoph's, and one he wondered had ever crossed his own eyes. It's not that Apollo doesn't want to. He can see he's looking for any possible excuse to say yes (and he didn't even need the bracelet for that), but something...survival instinct maybe...is holding him back.

His thumbs continue to caress that hand, the smile softly fading from his lips as he lets that question sink in.]

Because...

You're the alto to my tenor, Herr Justice.

And I'm tired of a solo act.

[A cryptic way of putting, so he chuckles, clarifying it in his next breath.]

I don't want to be alone, I guess.

(and there it is, the sigh that often times makes apollo's heart just crumble. even if it's not directly, it's still because of apollo's question that klavier's smile fades, and nothing in the world makes him feel more terrible than that. he should be giving klavier reasons to smile, lifting his spirits, not giving him reasons for his face to fall so. but instead, he's taking that smile away, his own pride and stubbornness getting in the way of something that would elate both of them beyond words.

and yet he was acting like a child about it, refusing to budge even if all klavier wanted was for apollo to be in his life as much as possible. that was all klavier ever wanted, now that he thinks on it. they were both lonely souls, the majority of their contacts list down to coworkers and acquaintances.

his face tightens for a moment, as if he really was about to burst into tears, a hand reaching up to cup klavier's face in comfort, something along the lines of an apology gesture.) You--

(he stares up for only a moment longer, the hand brushing klavier's face dropping to his side as his gaze does the same. he can't do this anymore, not when it's something klavier wants so desperately. for a man who never asked for anything, apollo couldn't deny him this.) God, I'm weak...

(it's mumbled to himself, a quiet moment to chastise himself for this. because in reality, he is weak. apollo could never turn down a genuine request from klavier, not when all he ever asked for was time with apollo. to have apollo by his side. it always boiled down to apollo, and here he was only asking for more of him. the guilt he feels at trying to deny klavier that... his head falls against klavier's chest with a defeated sigh, arms slinking up to wrap around klavier's waist to pull him close.) I'll at least buy the groceries. But I draw the line at cleaning toilets.

[After what seemed like a long drawn out battle of wills, Apollo finally yields, Klavier feeling the soft weight of his head slump onto his chest. Guilt was never his weapon, although Apollo often turned that onto himself whenever it felt like it could be, and he hopes that the man isn't beating himself up too much because of it. But in reality...he's glad. He's glad that Apollo finally surrendered to what could only be the best decision in both their lives.

Because that's all he ever really wanted. Friends, family, someone to share his life with. And the world kept greedily taking it away. His brother, Daryan...

Apollo was the one who had stayed. How couldn't he fall in love with that?

Arms wrap securely around Apollo, fingers arching up into those brown locks to thread through them. An idle gesture he'd picked up, softly grooming him during their embraces on the couch.

They could do this anytime they wanted, now, he muses...

But he snaps out of it at the comment, smiling warmly.]

Alright, alright. I'll even request more expensive things if it'll make you feel better about it.

(the feelings of guilt are purely one sided, apollo always knowing that klavier never intentionally tries to guilt trip him. or even make him feel like anything less than loved beyond words. it's the reason why he feels so terrible, someone only trying to help, to make life easier and better for apollo should never have to dredge through difficulties in life, especially not because of apollo.

he'll never truly understand it. how someone as amazing and vibrant as klavier could ever come to love and cherish apollo so deeply. to offer up whatever was needed just to bring a smile to his face.

it's the touches he relishes in most. how smoothly his hands glide through his hair, the way his arms wrap around as if apollo's body was sculpted with them in mind. he finds himself leaning against klavier in content, hands brushing up and down his back in an unconscious gesture to return the affection he was always so lovingly given.

he tries to sound put out, put up a bit more protest, but he's come completely undone in klavier's touch as he always does, sounding more pleased and relaxed than anything.) Only if I get to use your nice stuff, too.

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