[ Maybe if this had been any other kind of conversation, Apollo might have let Midnighter put him against whatever wall he wanted. Not for any kind of sexual kick (not in this situation at least) but because Apollo understands the need to give his husband a bit of power over him every now and again. It's a balance, and not one that Apollo would ever acknowledge out loud.

But when Midnighter goes for his collar, grappling with him, Apollo stands firm. Feet planted. Immovable. Because this isn't a conversation where he intends to give any ground away. In this, Apollo knows he is right and will not budge physically or verbally. ]

No. [ His hands, warm and solid, curl around Midnighter's own even as they clutch at the collar of his jumpsuit. ] Midnighter, use that brilliant, stupid brain of yours. You know I would take you with me if I could. But not if it means you would die, for God's sake.