[ Apollo stares dumbly at his comms device. What a grossly ineffective thing to say. There's a horrible nagging thought in his head, a bleak and desperate thought at that, but he doesn't let himself focus on it. Not yet, at least. Instead he taps out something else: ]
Is someone with you? Do you need help?
[ Had Frank been one of the 90% of the rest of the crew, Apollo wouldn't have even asked - he'd just jump in to action. Apollo would be there like a shot, regardless of whether he's needed or wanted. But Frank is a different breed of man. The kind of man that Apollo understands... not because he himself is one of them but because one half of his heart is. The kind of man that he recognises immediately, and who he knows needs to be asked these kinds of things first. ]
[ that about sums it up, he would laugh if he could feel it but as it is he just waits for the next message to roll in. it's complicated, the answer to that. but he tries to answer it truthfully anyway, knowing apollo will probably burst through his door the second he does but it can't really be helped. karen is off looking for an enemy to fight - one he knows she won't find. and besides, she's done enough already. ]
i have max
[ as apollo will remember is a dog and incapable of helping frank with anything. he can't even help max with much, can't even pet him without being disgusted with himself. but he's doing it anyway because it seems to calm the poor creature down. ]
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[ when apollo comes through, he won't react for obvious reasons, sitting listlessly against the far wall with a pitbull draped over his lap. he's stroking the dog's short fur, but he has to really concentrate to make sure he's being gentle and that max seems content with the attention. ]
[ And, true to his word, five minutes later Apollo apprehensively lets himself in to Frank's cabin. Weakness isn't something he's ever used to seeing in people like Frank (those kinds of people, the people like his husband). It reminds him of a lot of things he'd sooner forget. But Frank is hurting (probably - it's not something that's easily admitted of course) and Apollo's personal discomfort is nothing compared to what he's going through right now. So he puts on his game face and steps purposefully in to Frank's line of sight, waving a little to catch his attention.
Hi, he mouths silently, knowing that Frank isn't going to be able to hear a word he says. Apollo's tired, not quite his bright self, but he summons a smile as he gestures to Frank with a hopeful OK sign.
[ he looks up when max leaps up to great apollo, a happy bark on his lips as he wraps around the man's legs. ARE YOU GONNA HELP DAD? frank forces himself to look up - and up - at the sun god, forcing a tiny smile he can't feel anyway and probably comes off more as a grimace. but he lifts his hand in an OK sign just the same.
[ Well, fuck. Apollo ducks to say hello to Max, running his hands over his muzzle and ears with a solemn smile and a whispered hey there, buddy. But his attention drifts, returning to Frank with a pained look. Yeah. He really doesn't exactly look okay.
He slides down the opposite wall to Frank, hunching down to sit on the cabin floor, back against the wall facing Frank. A little distance between them. Distance is probably a good thing when you have no sense of touch. Jesus. Apollo can only imagine what it must be like, imprisoned and solitary and so fucking painfully lonely...
His hands fall to the comms device on his wrist, tapping out a quick message that he shoots across to Frank: ]
The music is terrible anyway. You aren't missing much. Promise.
[ Then, because he really isn't as unfeeling as the joke suggests, he adds: ]
Can I get you anything? Water? Food?
this is set after the music i'm just making sure you knew!
[ he slowly drags his gaze up to meet apollo when the other man sinks to his level. it means a lot that he came, and that midnighter cares. he isn't sure when he got so good at making friends, honestly. he thinks it has a lot to do with the mutual hostage scenario though.
at the question he shrugs, a little helplessly, before dropping his head back down to look at his screen. ]
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[ DON'T PULL THAT TOUGH GUY SHIT ON HIM ]
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[ Apollo stares dumbly at his comms device. What a grossly ineffective thing to say. There's a horrible nagging thought in his head, a bleak and desperate thought at that, but he doesn't let himself focus on it. Not yet, at least. Instead he taps out something else: ]
Is someone with you? Do you need help?
[ Had Frank been one of the 90% of the rest of the crew, Apollo wouldn't have even asked - he'd just jump in to action. Apollo would be there like a shot, regardless of whether he's needed or wanted. But Frank is a different breed of man. The kind of man that Apollo understands... not because he himself is one of them but because one half of his heart is. The kind of man that he recognises immediately, and who he knows needs to be asked these kinds of things first. ]
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i have max
[ as apollo will remember is a dog and incapable of helping frank with anything. he can't even help max with much, can't even pet him without being disgusted with himself. but he's doing it anyway because it seems to calm the poor creature down. ]
6.19 doors open
[ when apollo comes through, he won't react for obvious reasons, sitting listlessly against the far wall with a pitbull draped over his lap. he's stroking the dog's short fur, but he has to really concentrate to make sure he's being gentle and that max seems content with the attention. ]
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[ And, true to his word, five minutes later Apollo apprehensively lets himself in to Frank's cabin. Weakness isn't something he's ever used to seeing in people like Frank (those kinds of people, the people like his husband). It reminds him of a lot of things he'd sooner forget. But Frank is hurting (probably - it's not something that's easily admitted of course) and Apollo's personal discomfort is nothing compared to what he's going through right now. So he puts on his game face and steps purposefully in to Frank's line of sight, waving a little to catch his attention.
Hi, he mouths silently, knowing that Frank isn't going to be able to hear a word he says. Apollo's tired, not quite his bright self, but he summons a smile as he gestures to Frank with a hopeful OK sign.
Are you alright?
(Of course he's fucking not.) ]
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just peachy. ]
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He slides down the opposite wall to Frank, hunching down to sit on the cabin floor, back against the wall facing Frank. A little distance between them. Distance is probably a good thing when you have no sense of touch. Jesus. Apollo can only imagine what it must be like, imprisoned and solitary and so fucking painfully lonely...
His hands fall to the comms device on his wrist, tapping out a quick message that he shoots across to Frank: ]
The music is terrible anyway. You aren't missing much. Promise.
[ Then, because he really isn't as unfeeling as the joke suggests, he adds: ]
Can I get you anything? Water? Food?
this is set after the music i'm just making sure you knew!
at the question he shrugs, a little helplessly, before dropping his head back down to look at his screen. ]
i don't know if i need it. maybe water.