She did it!
Um, well, they did it!
No, not that 'it', perv! The other 'it'! The one that comes before the 'it' you're thinking of.
Don't look at her like that!
"Athena? You here on Earth with us?"
"Nope. I have finally flown into the sun, for that is the only way such warmth could possibly invade my being."
"Ugh, she's been like this all day."
"It's cute! I'd be happy if I got to go out with my crush."
Daichi coughed as soon as he said it. He hadn't meant it like that, but now that Apollo knows, he can't exactly keep making jokes of that nature. He knew his face was as red as a beet, and simply sipped his soda in the awkward silence.
Apollo had choked on his Coke as soon as the black haired teen spoke those words. No pressure his ass! What exactly did Daichi want him to do? Sure he liked Daichi, he was his best friend. But...well, did he like him like that? Surely Daichi wouldn't just tell Apollo that and not expect anything in return, right? Then again, he was the kind of person to let something off his chest simply because he was tired of carrying it around. But, are they supposed to start...hanging out more? Is that even possible? What about Klavier? Should he tell him? Would he care? Oh god, what's his dad gonna do when he finds-
Dad.
"Shit…"
"Hm? Wassamatter, Apollo?"
"Uh...nothing...so how's Junie, Athena?"
His mind was decidedly on other things as Athena launched into a giant spiel about Junie being her goddess and the light helping to illuminate her darkened path.
It was hard to ignore the stolen glances Daichi kept shooting him. He had done that all the time before, but now that Apollo knows why…
Certainly Miles is faring better at this point.
Miles is panicking.
He was joking when he told Phoenix it wouldn't be a big deal.
It's a big deal.
Needless to say, Miles still hasn't even figures out how to ask him, let alone begin planning for it. Sometimes Phoenix gives him this look like he knows, and is just waiting for him to ask, the smug bastard. Years of beating Miles in court have given him a victor's complex when it comes to their relationship, but it probably doesn't help that Miles gives him everything he asks for. When he asks of course, something that frustrates Miles to no end when all he says he wants for Christmas is their family. He already has that, what about this watch? Yes, Phoenix he can afford it, why would he buy it for you if he couldn't?!
See, that is the problem. Phoenix usually takes Miles's gifts with a grain of salt, as they're never anything he actually needs- a new coffee maker (with one hundred settings), new laptop (with surround sound, ten different colored skins and the ability to hack into nearby satellites if he so chose), maybe a new bottle of wine here and there (which would not be a considerable problem if it didn't cost a nice $10,000 and Phoenix could hold his liquor).
The point is, the ring he'd gotten is a simple one, a white gold band with a small dark sapphire gem on the side. Truth, Intelligence, Joy. At least, that's what Larry had told him. Blue was used to show distance, put things into perspective. He was hoping Phoenix would get the meaning of it without him having to explain.
It still cost him maybe somewhere around a number like fifty grand.
There was also the joke of the lapis lazuli engraving on the inside of the band heightening psychic powers, but that was neither here nor there, really. Miles had to give the man the ring first, after all.
And there was never truly a good moment. Between court appearances and Phoenix coming home looking like an angrily bedraggled cat (along with their own angry and bedraggled cat clawing the furniture), it never seemed to be a good time. He wanted to ask when Phoenix was in a happy mood, so he'd become even happier. Sometimes, when the blue eyed man was angry, he never took anything seriously. Miles was afraid of something like 'oh, good enough not to be your side game now?' coming out of his boyfriend's (because really, what else could he possibly be?) mouth, and Miles refuses to be responsible for his actions should that ever occur.
So he'll wait a little longer. Besides, he really should be thinking about his son's current love problems. Apollo is so far in the closet he's one of those actors in England who swears that guy in that picture is 'just a mate from boarding school'.
"What's got you looking so glum, chum?"
"Please don't."
Phoenix huffed and flopped on the sofa next to his partner. "I thought you were going to go in to work to finish some filing today."
"Gumsh- Richard is on it."
"Which means you'll have to go in tomorrow to fix it all."
"Don't say that," Miles chuckled, leaning into Phoenix's embrace. "I can't dock his pay anymore, not with little Lucy and Mary to think about."
"I know, aren't they the cutest? Not as cute as our kids of course, but hey, they're the top tier."
"You're arrogance in regards to your children's appearance astounds me."
"You're one to talk mister 'my god let me buy every dress i can think of for my little girl that doesn't have blue in it, why won't you wear a cravat, Apollo, they're all the rage'."
"I do not sound like that."
"Chyeah ya do." Phoenix snorted. "Gonna tell me what's eating you?"
"You currently, if you squeeze me any harder." Miles let out a breath of laughter when the other man did so even harder. "You're such a child."
"Hm. I am here to listen, you know."
"I am well aware. I shall enlist your aid when it is necessary."
"...too early for big words."
"It's twelve in the afternoon, you lazy sod."
"You love me."
"Yes I do, God help me."