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[ Apollo sighs distantly; this isn't really how he'd wanted this night to go but he knows it's better that they talk about this now, sooner rather than later. The hand running through M's hair stills as Apollo sinks gently back down on the mattress with a wordless hum of thought. It would all be so easy if he could just take M's words and leave it at that, safe in the knowledge that M had a clean (ish) break from Andrew and he's free to see other people. But Apollo has been there - he's lived the other side of that. And he knows that he would be impossibly, monstrously jealous if he were in Andrew's place, broken up or not. ]

I hope he feels the same way. [ He gives M a wry, humourless smile. ] That you're free to see other people.

[ Apollo gets the feeling that if Andrew really is a version of him then he probably doesn't. ]