[ God. Somebody had made that joke, hadn't they? The familiarity of it twists his stomach unhappily; hearing Midnighter not remember (or not know) one of the most awful choices the Authority ever had to make in a long, long list of awful choices was nothing short of horrifying.
His hands drop to Midnighter's waist; he swallows uncertainly. It's not like him to be nervous. Is that what it is? Nerves? Or maybe just latent guilt. ]
It's a long story...
[ Apollo nods towards the bed. He needs to start from the beginning. ]
no subject
His hands drop to Midnighter's waist; he swallows uncertainly. It's not like him to be nervous. Is that what it is? Nerves? Or maybe just latent guilt. ]
It's a long story...
[ Apollo nods towards the bed. He needs to start from the beginning. ]
Sit down, I'll tell you everything.