[ The hand on M's chest lingers as Apollo focuses on the strong beat of the other man's single heart. Something like that would be a cause for alarm were he his alternate version, but Apollo forces himself to relax. It's fine. It's different, but it's fine. He shakes his head again, admitting: ]
It's just - you're really not the same men, either of you...
[ And now, more than ever, Apollo isn't sure what to make of that. Slowly the hand falls away and Apollo's expression turns pensive as he seeks out Midnighter's gaze. ]
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No, no. You're fine.
[ The hand on M's chest lingers as Apollo focuses on the strong beat of the other man's single heart. Something like that would be a cause for alarm were he his alternate version, but Apollo forces himself to relax. It's fine. It's different, but it's fine. He shakes his head again, admitting: ]
It's just - you're really not the same men, either of you...
[ And now, more than ever, Apollo isn't sure what to make of that. Slowly the hand falls away and Apollo's expression turns pensive as he seeks out Midnighter's gaze. ]
I'm sorry I didn't always remember that.