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[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."

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(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?

[achtung]

[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.

[justchords]

(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.

[achtung]

[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.

[justchords]

(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.