[ As the elevator door slides shut with a gentle hiss behind them, Apollo thumbs the third floor button and takes up a position near Midnighter. It's intoxicating, having him here. Apollo feels practically giddy with it, as if the reality of having his husband in mortal danger on this hellhole space station hasn't quite sunk in properly. He copies his position, one broad shoulder up against the wall, within touching distance and facing his husband. All the better to see him, to be close to him. ]
Later, sure.
[ He grins, angelic features taking on a slight edge of wickedness. Apollo has plans for his husband. Exploring the station can wait. ]
Not immediately. Not for at least, say...
[ He pretends to check the comms device on his wrist, glancing at the time on the little display before shrugging nonchalantly. ]
no subject
Later, sure.
[ He grins, angelic features taking on a slight edge of wickedness. Apollo has plans for his husband. Exploring the station can wait. ]
Not immediately. Not for at least, say...
[ He pretends to check the comms device on his wrist, glancing at the time on the little display before shrugging nonchalantly. ]
An hour - ninety minutes, maybe.