[ For a wild moment Apollo isn't sure whether Kylo is saying he can feel his fears, all the way from wherever it is Kylo is (or isn't) sleeping. That fear of the Darkness, the absence of light, the loss of power and helplessness that he swore he'd never feel again. It's a purely irrational thought that passes as soon as it comes; they'd met in the flesh for barely a few minutes, and surely no telepath could be that skilled...
And then the questions give him pause, a welcome distraction from his irrational worry. Apollo takes a moment to listen to Midnighter's steady breathing beside him before slowly typing out his reply. ]
A version of him. Not the same man. You know how things are here.
[ Complicated. As for the what: ]
Have you been in love? Proper love, I mean. I think from your poems you must have but it feels wrong to just assume these things...
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And then the questions give him pause, a welcome distraction from his irrational worry. Apollo takes a moment to listen to Midnighter's steady breathing beside him before slowly typing out his reply. ]
A version of him. Not the same man. You know how things are here.
[ Complicated. As for the what: ]
Have you been in love? Proper love, I mean. I think from your poems you must have but it feels wrong to just assume these things...