[You piece of-]
T-then why… you… - [He couldn’t make up his mind, let alone talk for the moment. Wasn’t Clay dead?
He HAD seen the autopsy, he had read it, he had cried, he had worn his jacket and mourned over him. Clay had been officially dead. Even the news spoke of his death, and yet…
There he was, in front of him. So many emotions at once. He had been alive, and he didn’t tell him. All that time, thinking he was dead and that he’d never see Clay again.
Apollo went straight and punched Clay in his jaw. Kind of hard. He was panting.]
I thought you were DEAD! [He yelled. The back of his head said that it wasn’t the correct thing to do, but Apollo had given in to the mix of anger, relief and sadness already.] I cried for DAYS, I couldn’t sleep! I thought I’d never see you again! [Uh oh, his voice cracked.] And yet you- You-
[His vision turned blurry, and Apollo gave in once more: he walked over and hugged Clay with all his strenght. He could barely speak between the sobbing noises.]
I thought you were dead… I really did…
[ Clay watched Apollo try to speak. This wasn't going so well. So much for an easy reaction... but that was a long shot anyways. He watched Apollo slowly make a fist--that didn't look so good at all. He clenched his teeth and--WHAM--right in the jaw.
That punch hurt more than he thought it would. He could tell Apollo was really upset and that made it hurt even more. His friend's sudden breakdown wasn't the most shocking thing. A few tears ran down Clay's cheeks and he held Apollo tightly. ]
A-Apollo--ugh...I...--I'm so sorry.
I-I thought I was dead...too... B-but I wasn't! I woke up and I was already gone! I...I-I died and came back!
[ His jaw kinda hurt... Clay was just a big mess right now. He could barely even walk. Talk about the worst Christmas ever. He started to loosen his grip on Apollo's shirt and relax again. His breathing was rather shallow and his eyes were watery--but he refused to cry now. ]
