[ The words are sighed more than said and there's an edge of exasperation to them. Sometimes the hypocrisy is just too much. His expression turns flat, even a little irritated despite the fact that he knows (of course he knows) that Midnighter's stubbornness is born of love. ]
I give a fuck about your safety. Even if the air was breathable and the gravity didn't crush you, there's no way you can survive re-entering a planet's atmosphere in one of those suits...
[ And that's that, as far as Apollo's concerned. He ducks his head, pressing a fond (and apologetic) kiss to his husband's cheek. ]
This is our day job. This is nothing. I can do this.
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[ The words are sighed more than said and there's an edge of exasperation to them. Sometimes the hypocrisy is just too much. His expression turns flat, even a little irritated despite the fact that he knows (of course he knows) that Midnighter's stubbornness is born of love. ]
I give a fuck about your safety. Even if the air was breathable and the gravity didn't crush you, there's no way you can survive re-entering a planet's atmosphere in one of those suits...
[ And that's that, as far as Apollo's concerned. He ducks his head, pressing a fond (and apologetic) kiss to his husband's cheek. ]
This is our day job. This is nothing. I can do this.