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Apollo knew that he probably wasn't supposed to be sharing information about the investigation with Klavier. And that he was probably going to lose one-hundred percent of his clientele if they knew. And that Trucy and Mr. Wright were probably going to kill and/or tease him if they ever found out.
But sharing information proved to be pretty beneficial for the both of them in their past cases. And in the end the two of them were searching for the same thing, for truth, and justice, right? Besides, they do it so often it's become a habit, a ritual of sorts, so it leaves Apollo feeling kinda bad when he holds out on the blond prosecutor….
No it's not because he actually likes the guy or his company no way no how Apollo's a bona fide professional don't you doubt it. It definitely isn't because he's spent so much time at the musician's apartment that it somehow feels even warmer and cozier than the Wright agency, even if other people including the rockstar himself finds it rather impersonal (the fact that it's actually clean and that he gets to sleep on a bed, not on the couch, when he sleeps over is nice too). And it certainly isn't because just the sight of that blond hair and blue eyes could effectively relax his tense shoulders and that he's started to associate everything about the prosecutor simply with 'trust'.
Which is why he found himself in Klavier's home office one work night, placing his pen horizontally between his lips and leaning against the nice, shiny desk as he reads the other's documents. See, look here, he didn't even know Detective Ema updated the autopsy report. Proving beneficial already! Klavier sat behind the desk across him, rifling through Apollo's papers with equal interest.
'Hmm…apparently the victim died from poisoning, not stabbing like we thought. Wait, does that mean the knife I have isn't actually the murder weapon? You're kidding, I patterned my entire case on that….'
It was comfortably silent until the phone started ringing. Klavier picked it up without removing his eyes from a paragraph on page three.
"Good evening you've reached Klavi—oh. Oh! Guten Abend!"
Apollo's ears piqued in interest. Without him even knowing, he stopped paying attention to the papers before him and tuned out everything that wasn't Klavier and that polished, velvet German.
"Danke, mir geht's gut…. Und dir?" Klavier continued. Apollo unknowingly turned to glance at the prosecutor, only to stop halfway as their eyes met.
"Ah, gut gut…. Was gibt's neues? Kann ich dir?"
"Was? …ah, ich weiß nicht, tut mir leid…. Kein problem, du kannst mich jederzeit anrufen. Auf Wiederhoren, gute Nacht."
Klavier put the phone down. Apollo snapped back into reality and blushed, but it was too late to pretend to be reading the documents when Klavier was grinning at him like that.
"So…am I good?"
'Good? Lord, Klavier if that wasn't honey to my ears I don't know what…' his face burned. "…what? What's good?"
He motioned to the documents in Apollo's hands. "That. My papers on the investigation. Are they good?"
Apollo couldn't speak. How was he supposed to tell him that he was too distracted to read anything beyond the first paragraph on the first page of the autopsy report? He cleared his throat.
"Ah, right, uh…. I uh, I didn't know Ema updated the uh, the autopsy…."
"Ah, ja." There it was again. "Death by poisoning. I had to do a lot of cajoling to get that out of Fräulein Detective, let me tell you. I'm glad you found it useful, Herr Justice."
Apollo swore the purr in Klavier's accent was heavier than ever before. He swallowed.
"A-anyway. I wasn't really able to read the rest yet cause…uhm…," he scrambled to explain himself "you were, uh, being…distracting."
"…distracting, Apollo? Distracting how?"
Well that sounded wrong. "I mean, uh, you were noisy. On the phone. With that," he wildly gestured "German stuff. Noise distracts me, so I couldn't read."
Klavier nodded, but didn't seem to believe him. The grin was still there.
Apollo sought escape before he could say anything else. A quick look at the wall clock showed him a way out. "A-anyway, it's getting late, I should probably get going—"
He was grabbed by the wrist. "Nein." Klavier pulled him back. "It is indeed rather late, I can't have you traveling alone on that bicycle of yours. Plus," he regarded their papers "neither of us are through. So why don't you stay, Apollo?"
It's not like it would be the first time he stayed the night. "…alright, fine…. But uh…can you do something for me?"
Klavier stared at him intently, curiously. "Ja? What is it?"
He already made a fool of himself, might as well go all the way, right? "Can you…teach me German? Just a little bit? For the rest of the night?" Klavier's shocked face was astounding. "S-so I can get used to it, y'know? So it won't, so I won't…"
"So you won't get distracted next time, ja?" Apollo couldn't tell if Klavier's grin was happy or teasing. "Okay, I'll give in to your request. Let's begin."
Apollo knew the next day that he was going to get used to German. He was probably never going to be fluent in it, and there was no way he would ever be good enough to have a conversation in German with Klavier. But he was going to get used to it. He knew that for certain when the prosecutor turned the television on early in the morning to a German news channel (which was what woke Apollo up). The words of the foreign news anchors were dead to his ears.
He knew that German wasn't going to bug him anymore. Because in the first place, German wasn't the problem.
"Guten Morgen, Herr Justice."
The problem was the blond and blue-eyed man sitting on the couch.
But Apollo found that he had no problem with that.
"Ah, hast du morgen Abend zeit?"
Apollo had no idea what he just said, though he was sure Klavier introduced those words to him yesterday night. Those words were unimportant. Cause for now, he was going to wait. Wait for that one little phrase that he immediately memorized the moment Klavier mentioned it. The only important one, for now.
It was going to take a long time of waiting to hear Klavier say it again, and be sure that he meant it that time. But he was going to do it, he was going to wait.
It would be a surprise for Klavier to find out that the only thing Apollo learned from him was "Ich liebe dich".