[ And that's the real issue with the conversation. He can feel it already, the oncoming battle of words. Apollo isn't one to shy away from a fight but in this one he knows the outcome isn't going to be one that Midnighter likes. This isn't a Midnighter versus Apollo fight, this is Midnighter verses a cold hard reality. ]

You know those suits won't handle it. I can't safely take you with me. [ Apollo is gentle, reasonable. The hand at Midnighter's elbow lingers, silently seeking out some kind of understanding between them. ] And we have no idea what the planet's atmosphere is like. Or the gravity. Or anything about it.

[ His expression turns beseeching, a little pleading. ]

I'll stay in contact as best I can...