[for a long while, midnighter remains silent, his body entirely too still for a regular person. he's in the middle of waging a war of his own though. his computer whirling away, crunching numbers and odds about a planet it has extremely limited data about. all the while, midnighter is stuck trying to push past all that. to ignore it and take some level of solace in the fact that apollo knows what he's doing. knows when to press on and when to retreat. as much as his husband may want to protect others, may throw himself head first in to danger sometimes, apollo isn't an idiot. he does know what he's doing.

he'll be careful.

he'll stay safe.]

You die out there and I'm finding a way to bring you back so I can kick your lying ass myself.

[it's only with that break in silence, with that final acceptance, that midnighter manages to drop his hold on apollo. he doesn't move though. doesn't care that they're far too close to be continuing a conversation like this. that warmth he can feel sinking through his clothes is a comfort to him, even now. even when he's still so on edge. it means apollo is there. that midnighter hasn't managed to fail him yet.]

If something happens-- I don't give a shit about the others. You get your ass back here. No matter what. [a concession really. if he's going to be left behind, he needs that one assurance from apollo first.]