Three years, M. [ Apollo reminds him. ] Midnighter has had three years to try and be a part of my life. He's made it painfully clear that he doesn't want to be...
[ Mad or sad? Apollo never knows which way he's going to go over it, every time he thinks about the cavernous gap in his (and Jenny's) life that Midnighter left behind. Some days he could cry, but most days he just feels coldly angry about it all - not the hot, furious snap of rage that Apollo knows he's most guilty of, but an altogether different kind of anger. Freezing, wintery. The very thing he's weakest against. Apollo shakes his head, admitting: ]
I gave up expecting him to come back to me long ago.
[ With that admission he moves, clambering wearily across the mattress to sprawl on top of the covers. He's tired, he's tired of thinking about the missing half of him. The grief is exhausting. He feels grey, inside and out, as he gestures for M to join him. ]
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[ Mad or sad? Apollo never knows which way he's going to go over it, every time he thinks about the cavernous gap in his (and Jenny's) life that Midnighter left behind. Some days he could cry, but most days he just feels coldly angry about it all - not the hot, furious snap of rage that Apollo knows he's most guilty of, but an altogether different kind of anger. Freezing, wintery. The very thing he's weakest against. Apollo shakes his head, admitting: ]
I gave up expecting him to come back to me long ago.
[ With that admission he moves, clambering wearily across the mattress to sprawl on top of the covers. He's tired, he's tired of thinking about the missing half of him. The grief is exhausting. He feels grey, inside and out, as he gestures for M to join him. ]