[ klavier still seems dissatisfied with the answer, but apollo moves the conversation along and leaves little room for him to argue. he has a mind to bring it up again a later when the time comes.

more importantly, apollo's answer seems sincere enough, even if it hadn't necessarily been accolades about his appearance or personality the way his praise of apollo had been. klavier even seems stunned, his eyes going wide as he processes what he's heard and the sudden, hard pounding in his heart.

they grow narrow once he remembers apollo's situation. when had he moved? klavier and the wright anything agency weren't exceptionally close, but he had at least thought they had something friendlier than a working relationship. had he not been worth even a notification of it, or could it have been his own fault? how was he blind to apollo for so long?

he's brought out of his thoughts, first when apollo says his name and then when his drink is mentioned. klavier feels the butterflies rising in his stomach, and another smile quirks on his mouth as he offers apollo the drink. ]

Danke. Here you are. ...Apollo.

[ and, if apollo doesn't do something like chuck the bottle far over the ocean, he adds: ]

Your reasoning sounds circumstantial. Without all of these conditions, you might have considered me. Is that right?