[ Later, Apollo will reflect about how fucking sad this whole situation is; this Midnighter might not be his, but he's some Apollo's Midnighter. And if his husband had crash-landed in someone else's dimension he'd hope that he could count on another Apollo to show him a little compassion.
But right here and right now, there's very little room within Apollo for sympathy. Not with 160 continuous hours of 20th century pop tunes rattling around in his brains, scrambling his thoughts in to something close to delirium.
So instead he keeps his cold gaze on the new Midnighter as he struggles to his feet. He'd taken the hit too easily; his computer must be equally as damaged by the station's weird trickery. Another thing that Apollo can't bring himself to feel sorry for, now with the way that he'd made a grab for his collar. ]
Midnighter, meet Midnighter. [ He raises his eyebrows expectantly at the new guy before finally turning his gaze back to his own, remarking: ] I waited four weeks for a Midnighter and now there are two...
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But right here and right now, there's very little room within Apollo for sympathy. Not with 160 continuous hours of 20th century pop tunes rattling around in his brains, scrambling his thoughts in to something close to delirium.
So instead he keeps his cold gaze on the new Midnighter as he struggles to his feet. He'd taken the hit too easily; his computer must be equally as damaged by the station's weird trickery. Another thing that Apollo can't bring himself to feel sorry for, now with the way that he'd made a grab for his collar. ]
Midnighter, meet Midnighter. [ He raises his eyebrows expectantly at the new guy before finally turning his gaze back to his own, remarking: ] I waited four weeks for a Midnighter and now there are two...
[ Lucky him (??) ]