#aniposts

"Really? But, you always look so giddy after seeing him! Are you sure?" Trucy bounces on the balls of her feet, smile never leaving her face. Apollo puts down the styrofoam cup before he ends up crushing it in his hand.

"Trucy, I'd like to think I'd know if I had a crush on someone." Apollo crosses his arms as he speaks.

"I don't know, you've missed more obvious things before. Besides, you stare at him the same way Daddy stares at Mr. Edgeworth when he thinks no one's looking."

Apollo decides to not unpack that one. He does not need to know the state of his boss's love life. "Hey, you do it too! Why am I getting singled out for this?"

"Polly, I'm a teenage girl, I'm supposed to have a celebrity crush on pretty guys." Apollo again decides to not unpack the fact Trucy starts fiddling with her cape when she says that.

"Thinking someone is pretty doesn't mean I've got a crush on them, Truce." And he's right. So what if the annoyingly attractive (wait, attractive?) rock star regularly shows up in his thoughts? He worries about the guy sometimes, that's all. So what if, sometimes, on occasion, (quite frequently) he daydreams about doing things as simple as going out for coffee with the guy? He just wants to get to know him more. As a friend.

"Mmhm, sure. Polly, did you know you fiddle with your sleeve when you're lying?"

He stops, suddenly acutely aware of his rolled up sleeve pinched between his fingers. "I'm just nervous. And not a fan of this line of questioning."

"Is it because I'm right? Your face has been red this whole time."

Is this what witnesses on the stand feel like when he does this? He feels Trucy's eyes boring into him and he suddenly feels empathetic for all the witnesses he's caught lying with his perceiving. "Well, wh–what do you want from me? You'd be embarrassed too if you were in my shoes!"

"So you don't have a crush on him?"

"No!"

"You're fiddling with your sleeve again."

He is. He's rubbing the fabric between his thumb and index finger.

Is she right? She can't be. Sure, he's thought about more romantic things with the prosecutor, and sure, maybe just thinking about kissing him (which he has only done now, because Trucy put the idea in his head. It's definitely never crossed his mind before. Not at all.) makes his heart soar. But that's a normal thing when you're faced with someone as beautiful (objectively speaking, of course) as Klavier Gavin, right?

Right?

"Oh my god, Polly." Trucy laughs.

He said all that out loud, didn't he?

"Yes. You did. I've never heard pining more obvious in my life."

Apollo puts his face in his hands and groans. "Why do you have to be right?!"

"I wouldn't be Wright if I wasn't right!"

Apollo shoos her out the door, keeping his face down in a vain attempt to hide his blush. "Get. Go. Leave. Out. Now."

"Did you know your blush reaches your forehead, too?"