[Without meaning to, M rests his head against Apollo's broad shoulders. It was like trying to hug a mountain. Andrew was never built like this--never would be. They're two different people, after all.
At the other man's words, he embraces him tighter, speaking softly.]
You're many things, Apollo. Helpless isn't one of them.
[Strands of the older man's long hair tickles his face, and not for the first time does M find himself appreciating it. It's a good look on him.]
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At the other man's words, he embraces him tighter, speaking softly.]
You're many things, Apollo. Helpless isn't one of them.
[Strands of the older man's long hair tickles his face, and not for the first time does M find himself appreciating it. It's a good look on him.]
You can't change the world in a month.