[Apollo really wasn't being chased by anyone, but he's not going to argue the point. The chances of facing future embarrassment were pretty high if he didn't keep his mouth shut, and besides, Klavier could find out for himself how much casual sex was a necessity here. Even thinking about trying to have that conversation with him made Apollo want to squirm.]

You might be certain, but waiting is an easy way to show you're sincere, right? Let's give it a day. If you still feel like this tomorrow, I'll take your feelings seriously. Promise.

[Able to relax more now that Klavier's finally backed off, Apollo readjusts his shirt and tries for the umpteenth time that day to push his ungelled hair back into place. He's confident that he's going to win this waiting game - a day was surely plenty of time for Klavier to get the effects of that drink out of his system.

And if by some slight chance that Apollo was wrong... they'd need to have a serious conversation, for starters. He didn't want to consider that possibility any further right now.]