[ 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. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
just peachy. ]
no subject
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.