[ He repeats those words again, insistent and serious as he gently squeezes Midnighter's hands within his own. Apollo can sense the end of the argument in sight now, with that tiny fractional change in Midnighter's expression. Seizing upon it, he gives his husband a warming smile. An encouraging smile. The kind of smile that he so desperately wants in return but knows he isn't going to get. ]
It's a milk run, that's all. I'm just stretching my legs.
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[ He repeats those words again, insistent and serious as he gently squeezes Midnighter's hands within his own. Apollo can sense the end of the argument in sight now, with that tiny fractional change in Midnighter's expression. Seizing upon it, he gives his husband a warming smile. An encouraging smile. The kind of smile that he so desperately wants in return but knows he isn't going to get. ]
It's a milk run, that's all. I'm just stretching my legs.