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"Have you ever stopped to think about how weird it is that I used to work for your brother?"
Klavier's hand paused, his pen coming to an abrupt halt half way across the page. Slowly, he lifted his head to stare at Apollo from across the table, who had the audacity to not even be looking at him.
"I... what?" Klavier blinked, unable to find the words to express his utter astonishment at Apollo's sudden question.
"Well, it is a bit strange, don't you think? That I used to work for your brother, and then that's why we even crossed paths in the first place? Hell, you practically quit your band and flew half way across the world just to meet me for the first time. Plus the fact that you basically got my boss disbarred- not your fault though, obviously- and then we were able to work together to clear his name and help him get his badge back, sort of. Then there's also the fact that Mr. Wright's daughter is literally my half-sister, and you co-wrote a song with my birth mother over a year before either of us even knew each other, or knew who she really was. That song is pretty much the only reason either Trucy or I ever got to even meet her. And it's all kind of Kristoph's fault, one way or the other. It's just funny to think about how much our lives were interconnected for so long and we didn't even know it. Like the universe was pulling us towards each other for years before we'd even met," Apollo rambled, staring out the window with a thoughtful expression. Klavier just stared at him in silence, his pen still hovering mid-sentence.
"Apollo, what the fuck?" Klavier eventually managed to splutter and Apollo's head whipped around to look at him, eyebrows raised in surprise.
"What?" Apollo protested, looking genuinely confused.
"We've been sat here in near silence for almost an hour and the first thing you think to say is that?" Klavier asked incredulously. They were sat opposite each other on either side of Klavier's desk in his office; the two of them were working on a case together and had been going through the evidence collectively, trying to uncover the truth before the second day of trial tomorrow. Or at least, that's what Klavier had been doing. Clearly Apollo's mind had since wandered elsewhere.
"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it before though," Apollo said as though his logic was flawless. Klavier was not at all convinced.
"No, Herr Forehead. I do not often think about my traitorous brother and my gorgeous boyfriend in the same sentence," Klavier deadpanned.
"Okay, well when you put it like that it sounds bad. I guess I was thinking more along the lines of a 'fate and destiny and soulmates' kind of thing," Apollo blushed and Klavier softened immediately.
"You think we're soulmates?" Klavier smiled, melting into his chair.
"I mean... we could be, if you believe in that sort of thing. Surely everything wasn't just a coincidence? It must all mean something," Apollo's blush darkened as Klavier's smile widened.
"Apollo Justice," Klavier leaned forwards across the desk and Apollo's eyes lit up, "you do know how much I adore you, ja?"
"How could I forget? You say it about fifty times a day," Apollo chuckled, rolling his eyes. But his blush didn't fade.
"I suppose you're right, though. It does all feel a little... destined, doesn't it?" Klavier bit at his lip, the past few months flashing through his mind.
It really did feel like everything had been drawing him closer to Apollo, right from the start. His brother's close involvement in both of their lives, Mr. Wright unintentionally- or maybe completely intentionally, you never knew with that man- setting them on a collision course towards each other. The way Apollo's own family, his sister and his mother, connected to Klavier's life too. And all of it coming together like this, to bring them to this very moment.
Klavier lifted his head to say something, but stopped himself when he saw that Apollo's attention had already returned to their work. He smiled softly, his eyes trailing over Apollo's face. The sun had just begun to set, the bursting rays streaming through the floor to ceiling window in Klavier's office and bathing Apollo in a sea of gold. His skin seemed to almost glow and Klavier couldn't help the tug in his heart as a smudge of glitter on Apollo's left cheek sparkled in the sunlight, remembering how he had kissed him there a few hours ago when he'd arrived. With the way his head was tilted slightly downwards, a shadow cast itself down Apollo's neck, drawing his jawline into an exquisite contrast. He looked, rather appropriately, like the Greek God of his namesake.
But at the same time, he was so utterly human. His brow furrowed slightly as he concentrated on what he was reading, the pen in his hand flicking back and forth in an almost rhythmic motion. His clothes were rumpled and one shirt sleeve had started to slip down his arm. While he didn't have bags under his eyes, he did look tired- in the same way all lawyers did near the end of a hard day. But his eyes were still alight with that fire that had first pulled Klavier in, deep pools of brown and gold dancing as the cogs in his mind whirred, waiting to find a connection or contradiction in equal measure. And Klavier realised, in that very moment, that he was falling in love. It wasn't this huge revelation, it didn't hit him like a thunderbolt or make his breath hitch in his throat. It was a gentle and quiet feeling that crept over his heart, whispering softly to him. His stomach somersaulted as he allowed himself one last glance at Apollo before finally returning his focus to the case at hand.
Fate was a fickle thing indeed.