[ Oh, Apollo knows why. 'Why' is probably the only thing he does know. The foundation for all of this, all that they've done and said and felt for each other, is laid in the empty, hollow pit in his stomach that's so sick and tired of being lonely. Tired of reaching out to a man who doesn't answer for three long, horrible years. Tired of missing half a soul, half his heart, and finding that there's nothing in the world that can fill that space... Apart from M. M, who reminds Apollo of those first five precious years when Midnighter had been raw and feral, and they were both half-mad with how much they loved each other. A time when nothing had really made sense except each other, and even then they still had no idea what they were doing. That's what it had been like then, and that's what it was like now - except Apollo is too tired, too hurt, to admit any of that out loud.
It's not that simple, M says, and Apollo nods pensively. He turns away, stripping off the second half of the bloodied, tattered uniform that hangs limply around his waist. He sighs, dumping the costume in the corner of the room, and pads back towards the bed in just his briefs. ]
It's not that simple, [ He agrees in a murmur, reaching out to run a hand through that rough red hair that feels so familiar now beneath his hands. Apollo doesn't sit, but he reaches down to press a kiss against M's crown. Apologetic, reverent, sad. Because he's about to ask an awkward question. ]
If Andrew came back tomorrow, how would you explain this? Us?
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It's not that simple, M says, and Apollo nods pensively. He turns away, stripping off the second half of the bloodied, tattered uniform that hangs limply around his waist. He sighs, dumping the costume in the corner of the room, and pads back towards the bed in just his briefs. ]
It's not that simple, [ He agrees in a murmur, reaching out to run a hand through that rough red hair that feels so familiar now beneath his hands. Apollo doesn't sit, but he reaches down to press a kiss against M's crown. Apologetic, reverent, sad. Because he's about to ask an awkward question. ]
If Andrew came back tomorrow, how would you explain this? Us?