[M leans his forehead against Apollo's hip when the other man doesn't immediately sit down, drawn to the older man like a siren's song, as the waves of emotion crash over him. He knows being with Apollo fills a void he didn't know he had, felt so absolutely right despite his conscience telling him that it was anything but.

And then comes the question that M should have seen coming, given the way the conversation had veered, but didn't. And not just because the fight computer was offline as far as their... whatever this was was concerned].

I'd tell him the truth. Everything that I told the Andrew that was here... only that I met you before I could reconcile with him. [He fights the urge to remind him that Andrew wouldn't be coming back tomorrow, that it seemed only one version of a person could be here at a time, because he knows that's not the point of the question.] I love Andrew, but back home... we're never getting back together again. I burned that bridge too thoroughly. And most people who show up here a second time--they don't remember their first time here. He'd remember nothing about us getting back together, only the fact I betrayed his trust in an attempt to hide my shame in not knowing who I was as a person.