Klavier read through his case file for the millionth time and groaned. There was still no new information waiting to pop out at him. He glanced over to Apollo who had offered to stay late and help him figure it out. Klavier knew they had the right person, and Apollo had seemed pretty convinced as well, but even after bouncing several ideas off each other, the case hadn't become much clearer. Honestly, Klavier was certain they wouldn't get any further that night considering his brain was already fried and Apollo had just finished a wacky case of his own, getting his 'not guilty' earlier that day. And so his mind began to wander. Sue him. Except don't. He could afford it, but that would be really annoying.

"Would you fuck your clone?"
"No," was the immediate response. Apollo didn't even look up from the evidence he was puzzling together.
"... Would you fuck my clone?"
"Would I... Hmm... What?"

Based on how that went, Klavier felt like he had gained some insight as to the inner workings of the Wright Anything Agency. Questions like the first were common, questions like the second were not... Which on second thought made sense and it would be concerning if it was.

"Take a break with me so we don't fry our brains."
"I think yours came pre-fried."
"Rude. Now you have to answer my question."

Apollo rolled his eyes but paused and started thinking. Klavier could tell he was thinking because he was doing the cute thing where he scrunched his face and tapped the middle of his brow bone. He considered himself lucky because most people who asked a question like that would probably be on the receiving end of Forehead's left hook which was something Trucy had warned him about.

"Would your clone be the exact same as you in every way, same personality, same memories, et cetera, or would they only be physically identical?"
"Does it matter?" He had thought it was a straight forward question but apparently not.
"If they were the exact same in every way you'd essentially be asking me if I would fuck you instead of some guy who looks exactly like you."
"... Would you fuck me-"
"I'm going home."
"-y clone! My clone if they just looked like me! My clone and not me!" As far as Klavier was concerned Apollo could fuck him if he wanted but Apollo didn't seem to like that suggestion.
"... Why are you so interested anyway?"
"Well can you blame me? I hardly know anything about you."
"And the thing you've decided you want to know is whether I'm in to pretty blond boys?"
"I- well- You think I'm pretty?"
"Gavin... The whole world thinks you're pretty. This can't be news to you."

Of course people thinking he was pretty was a normal Tuesday, but Apollo thinking he was pretty was... well... different.

"Don't forget that I'm tall. I'm told it's one of my most attractive features."
"Really? I would have figured it would be your eyes or hair."

Apollo suddenly became very red, which made Klavier very curious as to what his companion was thinking about.

"A-anyway, I mean I guess."
"You... guess..."
"Um, yeah?"
"That's all I get? You guess? That's not a very enthusiastic response."
"Well can't your clone and I, like, I dunno, get ice cream or something?"
"... You want to take my clone on a date?"
"This is stupid. You don't have a clone and you will never have a clone, this is stupid."
"But if I did, Forehead."
"I think I've pondered your theoretical more than was necessary already."
"Hmph. Well I would fuck your clone nasty style."

Apollo froze. Apollo turned bright red. Apollo may have stopped breathing. No he definitely stopped breath-

"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT? HOW COULD YOU JUST SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!"

Well he was breathing again which was good news, but Klavier could hear any of the rest of what he said due to suddenly becoming deaf which would seem like it was bad news, but he was pretty sure he didn't want to hear the rest of that and even if he could, Apollo tended to switch languages when he was upset. He was vaguely aware that if anyone else was in the building, the police or at the very least security might be called. And then Apollo would throttle him because Klavier wouldn't be able to respond to questions so Apollo would have to do it.

Klavier blacked back in and Apollo was much closer than he had been before, just on the other side of his desk instead of lounging on his newly installed couch. Apollo grabbed Klavier's jacket by the lapels and pulled him forward into a very abrupt and brief kiss. Klavier remained frozen in his somewhat standing and very leaned over position that was actually very uncomfortable once he was able to feel his body again and realized Apollo must have left immediately after that. Yeah, he should go home, too.