[ Already, Apollo knows this is going to go badly. Not because of anything Midnighter has said or done in the scant ten seconds they've been in each other's company, but just because. Because all the words Apollo had had lined up in his head suddenly feel inadequate. Because he loves Midnighter so fucking much and he knows he's not going to like this. But, he's committed now. Apollo draws him away, retreating to a quiet corner of the room away from prying eyes. ]
Nothing's wrong. [ He gives him a small smile of reassurance, reaching out to touch a gentle hand against Midnighter's elbow. A small touch, broaching whatever distance is between them, trying to build bridges before they're even been knocked down.
He takes a breath. Better to just say it, just get it out there. ]
It's just -- I'm going down to the planet. Tomorrow. And I wanted to tell you first.
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Nothing's wrong. [ He gives him a small smile of reassurance, reaching out to touch a gentle hand against Midnighter's elbow. A small touch, broaching whatever distance is between them, trying to build bridges before they're even been knocked down.
He takes a breath. Better to just say it, just get it out there. ]
It's just -- I'm going down to the planet. Tomorrow. And I wanted to tell you first.