He lets out a small, questioning hum, but doesn’t press the matter further. He wants to, he wants to know what Daichi means by Apollo not acting like himself, but his friend is already continuing to talk (maybe he didn’t hum loud enough). He doesn’t like the laugh that accompanies that statement – it sounds almost hollow, it sounds so wrong – and he grips his bracelet harder.
He avoids meeting the astronaut’s gaze, finding the floor suddenly ten times more interesting. Sleep is no longer clinging to Apollo, he’s awake, he’s aware, and a sense of dread coils in the pit of his stomach. He’s not imagining this in some half asleep stupor, something is definitely wrong.
Why does he feel like its his fault?
The attorney looks up and meets the other’s gaze after a moment of silence. A small smile, then a response. “As much as I’d like to bask in all your glory, Daichi, you know I’d prefer if you didn’t beat around the bush.” Everything is fine, he thinks, it’s probably nothing.
He turns fully towards Daichi, crossing his legs and stuffing his hands in his lap. There’s a little voice in the back of his mind (that sounds oddly like Mr. Gavin) telling him to stop fidgeting. He can’t help it, but the least he can do is hide his discomfort.
His efforts are pointless, he knows the two of them can read the other like a book.
“Hey, I’ve never been glorious! Hush, you.” He laughed lightly, waving a humble hand to wave away the comment. “I would’ve been glorious by reaching the moon if it weren’t for... you know.” The man exhales rather tiredly, making a plunging, forward motion with the same hand, miming the hold of an invisible sharp object.
Apollo remembered that, right? Of course they did. If that didn’t jog their memory, perhaps they were still ‘asleep’...
Daichi felt his brows furrow more than ever as Apollo glumly shifted in their seat on the bed. He then tipped his visor once, as if to shade the look of guilt in his eyes. Not like there was anything to be guilty about in particular, he just felt bad things had to end up this way.
“I’ve been watching over you since I’ve been.... gone.”
The tired sigh returns once more. Well, he hasn’t exactly fully come into terms with his own death, but enough time has passed for Daichi to steel his own nerves. Considering all that transpired after that one December morning, he could care less about himself now. There was Apollo.
“So I know. I know that you’ve killed her, you’ve killed your own co-worker. You murdered Athena Cykes, Apollo.“
It wasn’t intended, but his eyes started to narrow and gloss over with a kind of coldness that he never dreamed of using in front of his best friend. He realized this soon and looked away, but the look never disappeared.
“A.... And for what... revenge? That’s not like you-- or I think that’s not like you...“
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