Next day
Klavier dropped his jacket on the bed and stalked into the bathroom. He was frustrated, but didn't want to take it out on someone else by accident. Stupid seminar, no point in even coming… he turned the water on, shed his clothes and stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over him, soothing away the troubles of the day. By the time he emerged from the bathroom, Apollo had returned from wherever he had gone to. They stood, regarding each other for a moment; Apollo rumpled and tired from a day of pointless lectures, Klavier clean from the shower, wearing only a towel around his waist, water still in his hair.
Apollo blushed and muttered something about needing to take a shower, and made to go past Klavier, avoiding his eyes. But Klavier reached out and caught Apollo's chin, tilting his face up so that he could look into his eyes. Whatever he saw there must have satisfied him, because he let Apollo go and headed over to his backpack to get out some clean clothes. Shaking, Apollo went into the bathroom, and seconds later, Klavier heard the water running.
He was lying on the bed when Apollo came out of the shower. Unlike Klavier had been, he had dressed in comfortable clothing, and his hair was reasonably dry. He sat down on the bed next to Klavier, and for a while, neither of them spoke. Finally, Apollo took a deep breath, and said angrily, "Just talk already!"
"Sorry?" Klavier said, not prepared for the other's outburst.
"About what I said yesterday." Apollo clarified, "I told you all those things, and all you did was nod and go back to playing your music. I have no idea what that is supposed to mean, and if it does mean something, what do you want me to do?" he took a break in his tirade, glaring at Klavier, breathing hard, "Just tell me how you feel?" he asked softly, in an almost childlike voice, "Please Klavier? I need to know…"
Klavier ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the tangles from the shower fiercely. What should he say? Should he tell the truth to Apollo now, and spare him the waiting, or should he wait a while. In the end he came to a decision, and he knew it was the right one.
"Herr For- Apollo." He said softly, "I…I'm not really sure how to say this to you…"
Apollo turned away, "It's alright, I get it.." he said. he made to get up and leave, but Klavier put a hand on his arm and stopped him.
"I wasn't done." He said simply. "Apollo Justice, there are so many things that I admire about you. Your strength, your belief in yourself. You're a brilliant Defense Attorney; I don't mind being bested by you occasionally. You're so sure of yourself in court, that when I hear you shout 'Objection' I know I've lost the case for sure…I guess what I'm trying to say is…" he took a deep breath, "I…Ich…Ich Liebe Dich, Apollo."
Apollo was silent for a moment, and then he looked into Klavier's eyes and said very calmly, "I love you too, Klavier." He leant up and kissed the prosecutor lightly on the cheek.
Klavier smiled and pulled Apollo into his arms, holding him close.
"Night in, Ja?" he asked.
"Alright." Apollo nodded.
A few hours later they were sitting on the bed, Apollo leaning on Klavier, eating chips and watching some cheesy romance movie. As the final credits rolled, Klavier got up, stretched and yawned, before going to turn out the light. It was late, and they were both tired from a long day. As Klavier retuned to bed, Apollo snuggled against him, and he let him stay there this time, even pulling him in close and kissing him in the forehead. Making a face, Apollo leant up and kissed Klavier's mouth. Klavier kissed Apollo back gently, before turning off the bedside light.
"Gute Nacht, Herr Forehead. Ich Liebe Dich." He whispered into the silence, holding Apollo close.
"Night Klavier, love you too." Apollo replied.