t had taken Apollo everything not to just run out of the courtroom the moment his client admitted to his crime. He didn't want people to believe he was upset about losing this trial, that wasn't the issue. He nearly regretted immediately taking this client when he took the case, soon realising the man wasn't as innocent as he had first made them believe. "Losing" this trial was probably best ('I sound like such a bad defence attorney when I think this' Apollo vaguely thought).
No, the reason he simply wanted to run out was that his head was killing him right now.
He had stopped listening to whatever the judge was saying after that confession, vaguely picking up important bits here and there for when he needed to say something. The sound of the gavel hitting down only managed to send sharp waves of pain to his head.
Once everyone was dismissed he didn't care anymore, he was probably one of the first out of the courtroom, going back to the defence lobby. He hadn't even waited for Trucy.
Maybe he had overdone it with the perception for this trial. He couldn't remember a case (or in his everyday life) where he had done it so much and for so long. His head was throbbing with pain, hand feeling a bit numb from the bracelet tightening so much to indicate lies and eyes feeling dry.
This whole case had been a headache to deal with, going from lie to lie, confusing contradiction to confusing contradiction. He had wanted to believe his client wasn't guilty, but he soon found more than enough to make his opinion change ('What a bad defence attorney you are, fighting against your own client like this').
Not to help, this had been his first trial against the chief prosecutor. He might have gone a bit overboard while wanting to be at his absolute best. Maybe even showing off a little, although he felt like it hadn't gone that well.
When he finally reached the defendant lobby he didn't even bother going to the couch, instead crouching down near the door while steadying himself with the wall. Maybe the lack of sleep due to pondering about this case and what they had seen in the previous trial for this case wasn't helping. He felt like the room was spinning a little.
"Polly, why did you run off like this?" He heard Trucy ask as she opened the door, "Are you okay? What's wrong" she then continued, her footsteps quickly getting closer.
Apollo didn't bother standing up, feeling like it would only make the room spin even more. Instead, he stayed crouched down and leaned against the wall. He was trying to massage the pain away, his poor eyes tightly closed to try and rehydrate them.
"I think my head is about to explode" he whispered, as if his own usual voice would make everything worse. "Just give me a moment and it will die down" he added before the teen could start panicking about his state. It wouldn't be the first time using his power would cause a headache, although it was the first time it was this bad. He really had overdone it.
Trucy had quietly asked if he needed her to go get anything, only to receive a just as quiet no. This felt so weird to Apollo, he felt like he never had such a quiet exchange with Trucy. They only stayed in silence as the young lawyer was desperately trying to calm his headache, the gentle touch on his back comforting, showing him he wasn't alone.
He was allowed absolute silence aside from their breathing for a couple of minutes. But really it didn't feel like it was anywhere near going away. Then the sound of the door opening startled them.
"Apollo, Trucy, are you there?" came a voice, which the young man identified as Edgeworth after his mind finally managed to process the information.
This made Apollo suddenly stand up while turning back towards the man. He quickly regretted doing so though, as he felt like the room started to spin violently again, feeling himself lose his footing.
He had braced himself for the impact with the ground, hopefully, he wouldn't fall on Trucy whom he was aware was close to him earlier. Yet it never came, instead, he felt strong and steady arms catch him, landing against a firm chest. He couldn't help himself but grab at Edgeworth, trying to steady himself.
"I noticed how unwell you seemed to look at the end of the trial, I wasn't wrong after all," the man stated, "What's wrong? Did something happen?". Apollo would be a bit scared the man would think he was reacting like this because of the verdict, but really the pain was too much to let him be scared about that.
"Polly said he has a headache" Trucy provided, to which Apollo nodded a little, frowning in pain. "I see, you shouldn't have gotten up so quickly then" the man scolded slightly, worry filling his voice.
After that Apollo felt strong arms settling around him to hold him more securely against the man. He couldn't help but bury himself against Edgeworth, feeling comfort in the familiar presence with him. If his head wasn't feeling like it was about to split in two, he would probably be all flustered to be held like this by the man.
Yet the pain still didn't fully manage to make him miss how his heart skipped a beat when it happened. He sure knew it was beating faster, the throbbing feeling quicker too with it. He had this impression of deja vue about this feeling he was having right now, yet the pain was too much to let him remember what it was about.
He felt himself being moved around carefully, the back of his knee soon hitting against the side of the couch. Laying down seemed like a good idea, so he slowly sat down, before laying down fully. At least like this, it felt less like everything was spinning, especially with his eyes closed.
"Can Polly lay there until he feels better?" Trucy asked, which sounded like a wonderful idea to Apollo. He felt like if he could sleep a little it would help greatly with his headache. But he knew it was probably not possible.
"There's another trial scheduled in this courtroom in an hour," Edgeworth replied. "It's alright," Apollo said in what seemed like a whisper compared to his usual voice, "I just need to lie down for a moment and I'll be alright".
He didn't receive any answer at this, opening his eyes again ('why must it be so bright in here?') to see worried gazes looking at him. Clearly, the two others weren't so convinced by his words.
"We already told you to not overwork yourself, Polly," Trucy said, clearly starting to be upset that he wasn't listening to them "and what do you do? Not sleeping enough and perceiving too much". All Apollo could do was offer a sorry smile, wincing a bit at Trucy raising her voice at him.
He noticed the confused frown Edgeworth seemed to have to the last part of her complaint, but didn't ask about it. Apollo was thankful for that, he wasn't near interested right now to have to explain it.
Instead, the man reached for his forehead, placing a cool hand on it. Apollo leaned into the touch, enjoying the cool touch on his skin, closing his eyes again. "You are running a fever" the prosecutor stated, his voice sounding worried yet again.
"Then I suppose I should go home and sleep," Apollo said, trying to sit up again, taking it slowly this time. "But you live alone… What will you do if you need someone?" Trucy asked. This made Apollo laugh a little, something a bit sad as he replied "I am used to it, I just need some sleep".
"Why don't I take you back to the office?" Edgeworth suggested, "I wouldn't feel at ease knowing how unwell you feel while leaving you alone". Apollo wanted to refuse, surely he couldn't bother everyone with something that he caused himself. But one look towards Trucy told him he didn't have much of a choice or else she would drag him there herself if she needed to. Or maybe she would squat in his apartment if he refused to go back with them.
He sighed, before nodding slightly. "Fine, I'll go back to the office since you insist on it" he replied. He stood up again, Edgeworth keeping a hand close to his side in case he would feel faint again. He still managed to make his way out of the courthouse, taking a deep breath of fresh air once they were out. He noticed it was also quieter outside.
They made their way to the familiar red sports car. 'This will certainly be better than taking the bus' Apollo thought to himself. He knew Edgeworth was a good driver after all the ride he had with him, so he felt like he could safely assume he wouldn't be shaken around too much.
He sat down on the passenger seat, buckling up and closing his eyes again. He felt so exhausted he might just fall asleep like this. He vaguely registered Edgeworth giving some directions to Trucy, before he felt someone close to him. He opened his eyes again, only to find the man leaning over him. This made him blush deeply, not expecting him to be so close so suddenly.
"W-what are you doing?" He stammered out, looking away as he felt how hot his face was. "I am reclining the seat for you, it will be more comfortable like this," the prosecutor explained. He only nodded, following the seat when it was reclined to allow him to lay back more comfortably.
"Thank you" he whispered when Edgeworth moved back to sit properly behind the steering wheel. "Your welcome, try relaxing and closing your eyes," the older man said, "I'll try to make the ride not too bumpy" he added.
He gladly followed the suggestion, closing his eyes again. He vaguely followed what Trucy and Edgeworth were talking about (something about the trial) before he felt himself slip away.
Apollo only emerged again at the feeling of being moved around. What came to him first was a nice smell, something familiar, he couldn't help but try to bury himself in it a bit more while still half-asleep. It was weird, he felt like he was being held, rather than sitting down in a car. Giggles made him open his eyes again. He couldn't have woken up and been alert more quickly than this.
Chief prosecutor Edgeworth was carrying him bridal style up the familiar staircase to the office. This meant he had been burying his face against him, the smell of his cologne reassuring around him. He was rather impressed at the ease the man seemed to have to carry him. He was pretty sure his face was now completely red, his head hammering in his chest.
"I-I can walk by myself," he said loudly (which he regretted immediately), moving in his panic. This only made Edgeworth stop between two steps, arms holding him more tightly against him. "If you move around like this we will fall down the stairs" he warned, which did make the younger attorney stop.
"You were asleep and Edgeworth didn't want to wake you up" Trucy smiled, "So he decided to carry you, it's not like it's that hard" she then giggled again. "I am not that small" he grumbled, trying not to look at either of them because of his embarrassment. A grown man like him shouldn't be carried around like this when he could easily move by himself. But it wasn't the only reason he felt partly embarrassed, it was also because he actually enjoyed it more than he should be.
"But you are pretty light-weighted," Edgeworth pointed out, a touch of worry in his voice. Apollo was never really heavy to begin with, even when he was younger, but money had been a bit hard lately and he did have an apartment and bills to pay. He sometimes wondered why he was still working at the Wright Anything Agency when any other actual law firm would actually pay him properly.
'You know why you stay, because you are hopelessly in love with your boss and knows that otherwise there's no reason he would see you' something in him argued.
This thought truly didn't help him feel better, making his mood even worst than what the pain had caused. He quietly thanked the older man when he finally put him back down at the top of the stair.
When they got to the office Trucy suggested he take her bed to sleep ("I really don't mind Polly! You need to sleep!" she had argued) but he had awkwardly refused. It was also out of the question for him to take Wright's bed, for so many reasons. "I probably just need to sleep for a little while, the couch is good enough," he said as he sat down, rubbing his eyes.
"Is something wrong with your eyes Apollo?" Edgeworth asked, "I noticed they were a bit red" he pointed out.
"They feel pretty dry" Apollo admitted, something he noticed would happen when he used his power for too long. It truly was annoying sometimes because his eyes couldn't seem to hydrate themselves quickly enough.
"Do you have eye drops?" the older man then asked, the question directed towards both Apollo and Trucy. They both shook their head. Apollo did notice in the past months some problems with it but it was always treated naturally and quickly, so he never bothered buying any. All he could assume is that the Wrights also didn't need any.
"It would be better if you had some, do your eyes often get dry?" Edgeworth ask.
Apollo wasn't sure what to think about this sudden interrogation about his health. He thought he had been dragged back here so he could sleep, not be asked about his eyes. "I did notice it happening more often than before, but it usually goes away naturally".
Still, this apparently wasn't a good enough answer for Edgeworth, as he asked Trucy to look over Apollo while he was going out. There was silence after the man had gone back out of the office, leaving them alone.
"Wow, Uncle Miles cares about you a lot," she commented with a smile. Apollo decided not to comment on this, laying down on the couch instead, making sure to face the back of the couch. He didn't want Trucy to see his possible blush again.
He closed his eyes again, trying to relax so he could catch some much needed sleep (or else he felt like they would find a way to knock him out). He couldn't help the warm feeling in his chest, the teen's words still repeating in his mind. It felt nice having someone care about you like this, especially someone he looked up to and appreciated a lot.
He tried not to think too much about why he felt so flustered, instead falling asleep rather quickly once the exhaustion caught up to him.
He only woke up again to the sound of voices coming from somewhere a bit farther in the room. It took him a little moment to properly wake up and recognise said voices. Edgeworth was still present, but this time the other voice wasn't Trucy, but rather her father.
They were discussing today's trial, from what he managed to understand. It wasn't something he wanted to be reminded of, after such a disaster of a case. He still felt like he could have done a much better job
"I think this trial and the whole case took a toll on Apollo," Edgeworth sighed, "I had never seen him this exhausted and about to collapse". He heard Wright hum at this, sighing afterwards. "This was a stressful case, it's not easy working as a defence attorney when you know your client is guilty" the man commented, clearly knowing what it was like.
Apollo decided to sit up, not sure it would really be alright to keep listening to a conversation about him. He realised sleeping did help out with his headache. Sure it was still there, but he wasn't feeling like he was about to die either.
"Looks like sleeping beauty is finally awake" Wright teased when he saw him sit up, which made Edgeworth look back. "How are you feeling now?" His boss asked, sounding worried despite the lazy smile on his lips.
"Better than I did earlier, my headache isn't gone but it is more tolerable, I can always take meds for it" Apollo replied. He stood up, stretching up as he made his way towards where they were sitting at Wright's desk.
"How about your eyes?" Edgeworth asked, "Are they still dry?".
"Much better than before" Apollo smiled, rubbing at his eyes a little again, "they still feel a bit uncomfortable, but at least they aren't as dry as the desert now".
The older man hummed, turning around a little bit before grabbing a small box on the desk and giving it to him. "You should try using these, they will help with the irritation and the leftover dryness" Edgeworth commented.
So this is what the man had gone out to do earlier. He smiled at the gesture, something in him happy to see people look out after him like this. "Thank you" he replied, opening the box to get the eye drops out.
He was a little bit nervous to use it on himself though, knowing he had difficulties with things too close to his eyes. His brain knew when he was squeezing the bottle, making him apprehend the drop and close his eyes by reflex. This was partly why he never really bothered getting any, because he knew it would be a pain to use it on himself and he usually had no one to help him.
His hesitation must have been easy to catch on, since soon after Wright decided to ask "do you need help with that Polly? It's alright if you do, last time I needed to use some I asked Trucy to help me with it".
'Isn't it just because you wanted to act spoiled and be lazy?' Apollo thought to himself. Still, he did give it a thought. He was a grown adult and felt a bit embarrassed that he still couldn't do something as simple as putting a couple eye drops in his eyes.
"I'll help you with it" Edgeworth then suggested, "As Phoenix said, there is no problem if it is difficult to do for you, not to help you still seem to have a headache and be tired".
Apollo bit his lip a little, still thinking, before accepting his suggestion. The man had seen him in pretty bad shape earlier and even carried him in his arms, helping out with this wasn't that bad. He passed the bottle to Edgeworth when the man stood up, allowing him to sit down where he had been sitting.
He looked up towards the older man, Edgeworth looming a little bit over him. "Just try to relax, I'll be careful so you do not need to worry". Apollo nodded at his words, keeping his chin raised, trying to find somewhere on the ceiling to stare at so he wouldn't make things awkward by staring directly at the prosecutor's face.
He started with his left eye, fingers gentle on his face as he worked to put some drops in his eyes, talking to distract him. Honestly, Apollo wasn't really listening, only focusing on not moving or blinking before the medication was in his eyes.
Then he felt the hand cup his face as Edgeworth only used his thumb to help with his bottom eyelid. And this made something in Apollo fluttered, he could feel himself blushing a little. His mind immediately thought how nice it was to have his face gently cupped like this. He really like the warmth of his palm against his skin, how gentle he was too.
He was taken aback by how much he enjoyed the touch. He wasn't really used to affectionate touches (or being touched in general really). He had been around the Wrights for a year now and still, sometimes, he was still taken aback by Trucy's hugs. It was alright getting used to Trucy's one, but it did take a while to get used to Wright showing affection in his own way by messing up his hair and petting his head or shoulder.
He had grown up with no one to really be that affectionate towards him, never really being touched so gently by others. Even with his best friend he wasn't really that touchy. A pat on the back here, a high five there, an arm over the shoulder while leaning against him for a moment to tell him something.
Never anything like this. And it made him feel warm inside.
Without realising it he had been leaning more against Edgeworth's hand, trying to get better contact. Really he was enjoying this more than he should.
Yet, when he realised what he was doing, he quickly cleared his throat, moving his head not so subtly away and looking away as he blinked a couple of times. By how warm his face felt, he was pretty sure he had started to blush yet again. Edgeworth had a small smile on his lips, something in the young lawyer telling him he must have caught what he was doing when he suddenly leaned more against his hand.
'He's going to think you are weird or flirting, and you did this in front of his partner!' Apollo cursed himself.
"T-thank you," he said again, before standing up and taking the bottle that was handed back to him. "What time is it?" he ended up asking to change the subject, hoping Wright hadn't noticed what had happened.
"Seven thirty" Wright replied after taking a look at his watch. This shocked Apollo immediately, hand going to his hair to flatten his antenna a little. "Seven thirty!? I've been sleeping for the past six hours?! Why did no one wake me up? I would have gone back home to sleep or something" he asked.
"You needed the rest," Wright pointed out, "Plus you were too cute when you were sleeping" he then teased. This only made Apollo blush harder, scoffing while nearly yelling an "Am not!" back at him.
"Also, it's never a bother for you to stay late Polly" Wright smiled at him with a chuckle, "When you're not feeling good you can always stay overnight too, like this you have someone close just in case".
Apollo wasn't sure what to reply to this. It was not the first time he was told this, yet he felt like he couldn't do it. At least not as casually and as often as Wright and Trucy made it sound. He only felt like he would be intruding somehow. 'And I would take away some potential alone time for Edgeworth and Wright' he thought, although it was funny in a way too, some would do it just for that.
"I know" he replied without stating he would ever really do it, "But I have a couple of things to do at home too, so I would need to go back" he half lied. He had some laundry to do, but with his headache, he was not all that interested in doing it tonight.
"I can maybe give you a ride home?" Edgeworth suggested as he got up, "I'll also need to go home for tonight anyway" he stated before Apollo could say anything.
"Will it make your way back home longer?" Apollo asked, giving his address so Edgeworth could check it out. "It's pretty much on the way, barely makes it longer" the older man stated after checking it out.
"Then I'll leave our Polly in your care" Wright smiled, looking rather satisfied to hear someone was bringing Apollo back home. "Make sure to eat something and drink some water before going back to sleep" he then told the young lawyer, "If you still feel bad tomorrow, just take the day off to rest, you did a good job today". Apollo smiled at the praise, nodding at his request.
It wasn't too long before they were in Edgeworth's sports car, as there wasn't much Apollo needed to grab with him. Part of the ride was made in the now rather usual and comfortable silence of the car, the CD to some tv-show soundtrack playing to fill it.
"Apollo, may I ask something?" Edgeworth suddenly asked somewhere midway.
This surprised the young man a little bit, not expecting him to ask beforehand. "Sure, what is it?".
There was a small pause, as if the man was looking how to ask his question, before he finally started again. "Does my touch bother you?" he asked, only making Apollo confused, "I noticed you moving away from my hand quickly and I wasn't sure if you hated the way I touched you, so I wanted to make sure".
'As if that nice and gentle touch would ever bother me' Apollo thought immediately. It was quite the contrary even, he had actually quite enjoyed it, he didn't expect the man to have actually read it all wrong. "No!" he quickly replied, not wanting the man to believe he hated being touched by him (especially with how often he had ended up touching him throughout the day). He quietly apologised when he saw how startled the man was at his near-shout.
"I… I am not really used to people touching me," Apollo admitted more quietly this time, a bit embarrassed. It was probably stupid to feel embarrassed about something like this, really it wasn't his fault if he grew up with different parents who never really gave him what he needed.
"I was just… a bit surprised by how nice it felt" he admitted, blushing a little at his own confession. "So it's really not about you" he assured him, "It's me who doesn't know how to react when people touch me in ways I am not used to".
This clearly seemed to reassure the man, the little tension he had before about it leaving him. "I see" the man replied, "Well, next time I will remember to ask you first if it's alright, like this you might be less surprised".
Apollo was a bit taken aback by the "next time", something in him rather excited at the idea of a next time like what he had done earlier. He doubted it would happen, but a man could dream. 'Wait, what am I thinking, a man can dream?'.
"There's really no need, I do not hate the idea of you touching me," he said, realising how weird it might sound out of context. "It's just like with Trucy and Wright" he added, "I've grown used to them touching me, for a hug or a shoulder pat for example".
Silence came back afterwards, Apollo feeling a little awkward again, unsure if he should add anything else. Instead, he was relieved when he realised they had turned on his street, so there wasn't much left before he was home.
"Thank you again for the ride" Apollo smiled as he unbuckled his seatbelt, "And also for helping me today" he added.
"It's was really nothing, I am always happy to help you" Edgeworth replied, "especially when bigger trouble comes".
This made Apollo smile. As much as he was always scared to bother the prosecutor, he was always happy and reassured when he would say something like this. "Good night, Edgeworth" he then said before getting out of the car.
"Good night Apollo," Edgeworth replied, "oh and also, good job in court today, you did very well too" he added.
The praise made the young lawyer blush a little. He truly wasn't sure if it was considered a good job to have your client found guilty for a defence attorney. But really, with someone who really was guilty, he cares more about justice than getting a not-guilty verdict.
"Thank you" he replied, "You were also impressive" he commented. Afterwards, he decided to run away for good, greeting goodbye to the man a second time. He felt like if he stayed he'd only end up saying something weird again and end up all flustered because of what the man was telling him.
When he finally got into the tranquillity of his apartment he groaned, face hiding in his hands as he leaned his back against the door. "Why must you always embarrass yourself in front of people you love," he said to himself, slowly letting himself slide down.
After a while of just hiding like this in his own hand, he looked up a little, his right hand lingering where Edgeworth had touched him. He still could feel the warmth it had started into him, something in him asking for more.
But he also felt bad about it in a way, feeling so flustered and happy about being touched like this right in front of Mr Wright by his partner. He knew the touch was nothing intimate, that Edgeworth had done so only to help him out, but his brain couldn't stop seeing it as a little more. Wanting more too.
He sighed as he leaned his forehead against his knees, closing his eyes tightly. He felt like something new was slowly growing in his heart. And he was scared of it. Scared to look more into it and find only more trouble for himself, find even more pain and disappointment.
'Apollo, you can't do that again, just ignore it, it will pass, it is only because Mr Edgeworth is nice to you and you are simply weak to people being nice to you' he told himself. He was only feeling warm and nice about all this only because he wasn't used to other people being so nice to him and looking out for him too. This was just that, mistaking it all. He simply enjoyed the positive attention on him and the way the man seemed to care for him too.
He forced himself to stand up, rubbing his face a little as he tried to get all of this out of his mind. He tried distracting himself by making something to eat and getting ready to go back to bed. He wasn't really that tired anymore, but sleeping would lead to having less time to think. Hopefully, his subconscious wouldn't bring anything up either.
After that night Apollo started feeling self-conscious, at least, more than the usual self-conscious level he usually had. This was all especially around Edgeworth and Wright, scared that he would say or do something weird, would allow something that would somehow trigger something in him.
He did try to tell himself to relax again, yet every time he did, he felt like it would only lead to disaster. He felt like he needed to distance himself from the man, the same way he did with Wright. But something in him was scared that doing so would only make Edgeworth wonder if he did something wrong, when it was all Apollo's fault for it.
But Apollo knew. Something was growing with how much Edgeworth was being nice to him. He denied it though, repeating to himself many time that this was just admiration, just because Edgeworth was being nice. Repeating it all the times, as if repeating it like a mantra would make it come true.
He could survive being heartbroken over one man he saw all at the time, but he didn't need to be heartbroken over two men he saw all the time. Two men that were in love with each others.
But his attempts at denying it all and pushing it away were probably not all that successful. Hiding it all away was the least he could do if anything were to surface a little, but apparently, even this was hard for him to do.
"Do I smell love in the air~" came a familiar teasing voice right next to his ear. Apollo jumped and blushed suddenly, turning around towards the prosecutor who had suddenly joined him. "Herr forehead seems very interested in watching chief prosecutor Edgeworth and fräulein Skye working" he teased.
Apollo hadn't realised he had been looking that obviously at the man. He had just seen him from afar in the lobby of the prosecutor's office and had stopped to look at him. It was always interesting seeing how serious he looked when working, a small crease between his brow as he listened to Ema talk.
"I-I wasn't looking that much" He tries to argue back, getting more flustered when he realised how loud he was. He can even see from the corner of his eyes the duo on the other side of the lobby looking their way. He quickly looks away again when he nearly catches Edgeworth's gaze.
This only made Klavier laugh even more, humming a little "You've been standing in front of the elevator for the past five minutes now" he pointed out. This only made Apollo even more embarrassed by the situation.
"Mr Edgeworth is just interesting to watch when he works, he looks so serious I was wondering what they were talking about" he muttered, trying to calm his blushing. Clearly, this didn't help calm the prosecutor's laughter. "I was here for the trial tomorrow, are you ready to work or would you rather keep laughing at me" Apollo ends up saying, pushing the button to go up.
"Ja, I figure you would come here for this reason and not only observe our good friends" Klavier chuckled again. When the elevator was finally here, Apollo was surprised when he felt an arm around his shoulders, making him tense a little. He was still not fully used to the blond so casually touching him like this. "Let's go to my office, I'll see what I am allowed to tell you about" he grinned.
This interaction with Klavier sure didn't help Apollo feel less self-conscious about how he acted around Edgeworth. If anything, it made him even more aware of everything he did, trying his best not to look like a teenager in love.
Yet, he knew he was losing the battle when he woke up from a dream one morning feeling hot all over, his heart still beating fast and his underwear uncomfortably sticky. A dream about a certain chief prosecutor who had been on his mind a lot lately. And other dreams kept coming back, although many of them were more romantic than sexual.
Apollo wanted to scream and cry at how worse everything seemed to be getting for him.
I realised I spent nearly 5k on poor Apollo having a headache, my writing sure never goes as I somewhat planed. Funnily enough, when I started that chapter my head was also killing me.
Poor Apollo, his type must be "older man I cannot be with since they are already taken".