Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Ace Attorney characters. If I did, Klavier Gavin would be my housepet.
Author Notes: Yes. I like sappy moments. Sue me.
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Klavier Gavin shivered, drawing the blankets tightly around himself; at the same time, his body was soaked with sweat, and he felt as though he were both freezing and on fire at the same time. His body ached, his throat felt like tiny daggers were tearing its very tissue, his nose was running, his ears were in pain--generally, he felt horrible.
He'd been to the doctor that morning; it was the flu, of course. It was miserable! He couldn't even go to work, which meant less of a chance of seeing Apollo Justice, who he often loved to call Herr Forehead. To him, that was the most miserable thing of all.
When a knock came at the door, he nearly leaped from the recliner he'd been resting in, and knocked over his tall glass of orange juice. After recovering somewhat from the initial shock that someone would be visiting him while he was in such a deplorable condition, Klavier slowly approached the door and looked through the peephole--his heart swelled with a sense of joy at the sight of Apollo Justice, who stood at the door with a get well card in one hand and a small bouquet of various autumn flowers in the other hand. Klavier opened the door, letting the defense attorney in.
"H-hey Herr Forehead." He greeted Apollo with a weak smile. "What are you doing here?"
Apollo gave a sheepish grin. "I thought you might like a little bit of company, Prosecutor Gavin. You know what they say. 'Misery loves company.' And please. Call me Apollo."
Klavier laughed, wincing slightly at the slight pain in his throat. "And I'm miserable, aren't I? Oh, and call me Klavier."
"You certainly seem to be." Apollo commented, holding out the card and the flowers to Klavier. "Here. Hope these make you feel better."
Klavier blinked a few times, blushing faintly. "You didn't have to bring me anything, ja?"
"I thought you'd like a little something. You know..." Apollo smiled brightly.
Klavier blinked. "I know what?"
"Well...I...thought you'd like the flowers and the card...since I can't...um...Listen, Klavier. I didn't come to bring you little trinkets. I...know that you're sick, so I can't really kiss you without the fear of getting sick. And..." Here, Apollo paused, his face becoming almost as red as his vest.
Klavier smiled. "Really now, Herr Forehe--I mean, Apollo? Why didn't you say so sooner?"
Apollo shook his head. "Couldn't get it in edgewise between the trials."
"Well, now you've gotten it out..." Here Klavier paused, his smile fading to a more hurt look. "I guess you're going to leave me now."
Apollo led Klavier back to the recliner and gently helped him back into the chair; after he had Klavier where he wanted him, he leaned over, kissing Klavier's warm forehead.
"I'll call Trucy and tell her she's fixing dinner for two tonight. It should give them some father-daughter bonding time." Apollo smiled as he turned away, pulling out his cell phone. "You need someone to stay with you tonight."