[ Apollo nods politely, as if Midnighter had said something entirely different. Like he had said how long it would take him to walk to the local corner store. Not that they have ever had a local corner store.
And it's this that he's missed most - the only person who he can share this kind of joke with. The man who was made for him, who was there on day one, who has been by his side as they struggled to create the finer world they always believed in. The Midnighter behind the mask, who patiently lets Apollo wash the blood of him but also doesn't mind if they skip the blood-washing altogether.
Apollo reaches out to graze his fingers against the collar of Midnighter's jumpsuit, close to his neck, dusting away an invisible speck of dirt. There's nothing there; he fusses for the sake of touching his husband. ]
Half an hour. [ His words are light, conversational, as he focuses on Midnighter's collar. ] Maybe.
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[ Apollo nods politely, as if Midnighter had said something entirely different. Like he had said how long it would take him to walk to the local corner store. Not that they have ever had a local corner store.
And it's this that he's missed most - the only person who he can share this kind of joke with. The man who was made for him, who was there on day one, who has been by his side as they struggled to create the finer world they always believed in. The Midnighter behind the mask, who patiently lets Apollo wash the blood of him but also doesn't mind if they skip the blood-washing altogether.
Apollo reaches out to graze his fingers against the collar of Midnighter's jumpsuit, close to his neck, dusting away an invisible speck of dirt. There's nothing there; he fusses for the sake of touching his husband. ]
Half an hour. [ His words are light, conversational, as he focuses on Midnighter's collar. ] Maybe.