It's not, [ He protests mildly, grinning against M's ear despite how sickeningly serious this all is. Apollo had tossed his clean uniform against his shoulder to free up his hands for this very important hug and now the clean white spandex is getting creased to hell between their chests, but Apollo doesn't care. The reason he leans back a little, far enough to catch M's eyes but not so far as to dislodge either of their hands, has got nothing to do with the uniform. ]

The multiverse is collapsing, [ He says quietly, brow furrowed in concern. ] Back home this would be nothing but here... here it could be serious. I don't give a fuck about what the government thinks about Unsettled heroes joining the fight, this is too important.