[ Apollo practically beams in response to those three small words. Communicating the huge wealth of and depth of emotion in his chest was never easy, not for the guy who would rather punch his problems through a wall than confront them with words. But after a whole year of blundering through reality after reality and witnessing all the various terrible ways in which an Apollo could be split up from his Midnighter, Apollo certainly thinks he's turned a little sentimental in his old age. He cradles Midnighter's cheek, remembering the curves and planes of the face he loves most of all, and drags a thumb gently over one cheekbone. ]
I know. Me too.
[ It's an understatement, for sure, but one Apollo can't resist. It makes him smile, at least. Satisfied now that he has his kiss, Apollo's hands slide down to catch both of Midnighter's up and lead him away towards the door. As much as he hates the fact that they're stuck on this station for the short term, he knows he can at least show Midnighter where they're going to call home. ]
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I know. Me too.
[ It's an understatement, for sure, but one Apollo can't resist. It makes him smile, at least. Satisfied now that he has his kiss, Apollo's hands slide down to catch both of Midnighter's up and lead him away towards the door. As much as he hates the fact that they're stuck on this station for the short term, he knows he can at least show Midnighter where they're going to call home. ]
So I guess I should show you around then...