[M knows he made the wrong call a millisecond before Apollo's shoulders begin to sag. Admittedly, the fight computer did give him a heads up, but he didn't need it to know what the problem was... a fact which was only confirmed the moment the other man opened his mouth.
He doesn't know what to say to that, to this ghost that's existed between them from the beginning, from before whatever it is they became at the musical. He'd been trying so hard to follow the advice of his friends, following Apollo's lead, of just acting as if it isn't there that, if he's being honest with himself, the ghost has only grown in size since.
It isn't an issue he can punch away, and doesn't know what to do.]
I don't know. I don't know what we are or what we're doing, or why we're doing it. [A pause.] It feels so fucking right in so many ways... but we both know it's not that simple.
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He doesn't know what to say to that, to this ghost that's existed between them from the beginning, from before whatever it is they became at the musical. He'd been trying so hard to follow the advice of his friends, following Apollo's lead, of just acting as if it isn't there that, if he's being honest with himself, the ghost has only grown in size since.
It isn't an issue he can punch away, and doesn't know what to do.]
I don't know. I don't know what we are or what we're doing, or why we're doing it. [A pause.] It feels so fucking right in so many ways... but we both know it's not that simple.