There was something about having to meet up with Clio in light of the current situations that made Apollo feel like a naughty little boy. He wasn't sure exactly why, but dealing with the Mousai of History always made him reminiscent of his own historical failures. Besides, hot as she was she had this stern taskmistress thing going on that he found a little to stern to consider truly sexy, although he still loved her.
He had no idea what could be making the Mousai so concerned about her sister-muse as to contact him, but much like a cat Apollo was a curious sort and had agreed to come. He'd do what he could to help, as he was certainly worried now, but at the same time depending on the situation he was unsure of what he could actually do. Truthfully, he was weaker than the Mousai, but he still had enough bluster to bullshit his way into and out of most situations.
He pulled up in front of the school, getting out of his car and glancing around for her. When he finally spotted Clio, he walked over, narrowly dodging a child who was running past him. "Hello, you ready to go?"