[ Apollo can't see that smile but he can feel it in Midnighter's voice. And it's contagious; Apollo can't help but grin softly to himself as he buries his face in M's hair, closing his eyes in silent, suppressed joy. His pulse leaps. ]
So we're doing this, [ He whispers incredulously, savouring the feeling of M's hand in his hair. ] We're really doing this.
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So we're doing this, [ He whispers incredulously, savouring the feeling of M's hand in his hair. ] We're really doing this.