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Klavier maintains eye contact with Datz for a long moment, before turning his attention to the subject of the question, sitting across the room and speaking animatedly with the others who had come over to celebrate the lates big win for the Justice law Offices. With the strong Khura'inese alcohol, Klavier's carefly constructed facade fades more than usual, and it would be extremely difficult to hide the soft fondness in his gaze. It's not often alcohol gets the better of him, not after so many years.

With a slightly foreign sense of slowness as he focuses on forming the right words, he finally answers. "In his eyes? Friend. Good friend…I hope. Guess…guess he fin'lly decided to like me after a while. Rival before that, sorta. 's complicated."

He closes his eyes and tilts his head, and were he sober he knows he wouldn't be having this conversation. But of all the things he's learned sicne he and Apollo finally were on the same page about their friendship…being open and honest helped. So maybe, finally, he should say what he really feels.

He cracks open an eye and points at Datz, accusingly. "You…cant say a word bout this. 'Spec'lly to him. But…he's my type. Becuz 'm a—a glutton fer punishmint. An like people who're mean to me." He sighs too wistfully, his gaze going back to Apollo, watching his gesture wildly while he recounts some story for the crowd around him. "'e pulled me outta my slump…back inta the light. More'n once. An…he's funny. Pass'nate. Vib—vibr'nt." He struggles to actually say the words he wants to, his expression briefly turning frustrated before he sighs heavily.

"…but. Can't be." Klavier actually sounds fairly defeated as he admits it aloud—it's something he's thought about for ages, mulled over any time he considers the depth of his feelings for Apollo. "I…hava lotta things I love 'bout him. But…but. 's not meant to be. Fer…lotsa reasons. An Im…" Klavier's not fine with it, not really. But he can't find it in himself to say it. "…gonna be fine widdat."

He glances back at Datz, reaching out and sluggishly patting the other's shoulder.

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He lets out an undignified squawk as Datz picks him up by the armpits and covers his forehead and cheeks with kisses. “D-Datz! Can you not!?” He flails, even punching at the man’s arms, before finally being put down. As soon as his feet reach the floor, he turns away, face red.

“Th-This better not be something dumb like kissing every freckle on my face… you’d need a lot more kisses than that.” That didn’t come out right-

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Apollo could have sworn that he saw his life flash before his eyes when he was suddenly grabbed and hoisted up into the air, the files he’d been holding now scattered on the floor. It didn’t take him long to figure out who was behind it, and he immediately began trying to squirm his way free.

“What the hell, Datz?! Let me go!” He tried pushing against the other man to help himself break free of the grip. 

“Hah! Would I have walked here on it if it was broken?” The answer was ‘yes’ and Simon probably knew it, so Datz didn’t wait for him to reply. “I roll my ankles all the time when I’m on the lam… it’s just a sprain.”

This particular time he’d ‘rolled his ankle’ falling off of somebody’s roof (they were slippery this time of year), and once he’d managed to pry his boot off, it was swollen enough to look it. Having resourcefully iced it in a snowbank on the way didn’t help the grotesque colour, either.

“All I need from you’s a cold pack ‘n’ a safe place to sit fer a couple minutes.” There were very few places he counted safe to convalesce in; Simon hadn’t been the closest, but he was highest on the list.

“And– h-hoo, yeowch–“

“… A handful’a aspirin.”

‘Just a sprain,’ he said. Simon couldn’t know for sure just looking at it, in truth. He was a lawyer, not a doctor. Still, the bruising and swelling certainly did not look good. He certainly should not have limped about this far on it. And he had only asked to sit for ‘a couple minutes’... was he planning on going back out there, again, like this?

Plenty of other questions ran through his mind. What the devil were you even doing? If you’re on the run, do you really think the home of a criminal prosecutor is where you want to be hiding? You know that I should tell Nahyuta about this, don’t you? You know that I won’t, but you know that he won’t soon forgive me if he finds I saw you in this state, let you leave, and didn’t tell him? You know that this kind of nonsense is why he worries about you? 

Nonetheless, he kept quiet. 

Simon sighed, stepping aside to let him in.

“They call it a gift colloquially. Distinctive by the decorative wrapping, you see.” 

Simon had never been the type to get swept up in holiday festivities, but it had felt--appropriate to find a gift for him. Friends had been hard to come by in the clink, yet Are’bal had been one man among two that after seven years Simon could say he had genuinely come to trust. The only one, in the end, not to betray that trust. 

He’d been glad to see him again, now that they were both out.

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               Apollo had been pretty much bed-bound for a few days now, only allowed to leave it when he needed to go to the bathroom, or when they were having meals together. One would assume he was ill, but this was far from the truth. No, the thing that was keeping him from leaving the house was not a bad bout of the flu, but the thick bandages covering his right upper leg. 

               Just a few seconds... But he couldn’t seem to banish them from his mind. Whenever he allowed his brain to wander, it ended up replaying the scene that happened that full moon night, over and over and over again. He had just been curious; Datz seemed to leave the cabin a lot at night, but neither Dhurke or Datz would spill anything about why this was. Nahyuta seemed to also be out of the loop but had decided he’d respect their boundaries and stopped asking after the fifth time. For a while, Apollo had done the same, but then he stumbled into something too good to resist. 

                A chance; an opportunity to slip out and satisfy his curiousity. 

                Dhurke had been busy with something, and with the voice of reason of the two siblings already fast asleep, there was nothing to stop him from chasing after Datz. In hindsight, he wished someone had stopped him. That his brother wasn’t asleep, and that his dad wasn’t doing whatever he was doing at the time. But it was too late for that now... 

                 The boy huffed in irritation as he rubbed the injured leg through the bandages. It kept acting up and feeling weird, stinging and aching, and all other kinds of sensations he wasn’t able to place. Sometimes it felt like it was burning, but either way, he didn’t enjoy any of those feelings at all. With a sigh he let himself fall back against his pillow, a half-read book and some other things and toys to keep him busy sprawled on the sheets. Nothing seemed exciting or even remotely interesting anymore though, being stuck in one place did that to you. 

                  Just when he thought he was going to die of boredom, he heard the room door creak open, and he saw Datz’s face emerge through the opening. 

                  “Is it dinner time already?” He asked curiously, “I just had my afternoon snack.”