[ his lips quirk into a brief smile at the first remark, before something resembling sheepishness crosses his features at the second. it's punctuated by a shrug — tight, edging towards dismissive — he's not wrong, but— and it's a moment before he replies. ]
Yeah, I— [ a beat and he presses his lips together into a line, before waving loosely in the direction apollo came from. ] —I was just heading back. [ close enough—. a flash of smile. ] What's your excuse?
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Yeah, I— [ a beat and he presses his lips together into a line, before waving loosely in the direction apollo came from. ] —I was just heading back. [ close enough—. a flash of smile. ] What's your excuse?