Apollo offered Terpsichore a gentle smile, lightly tickling her palm with his fingers. "All we truly have anymore of ourselves anymore are the truth's we know and the stories others tell," he murmured. "Sometimes it's hard to remember where the stories and the truth get confused. Do you ever find yourself in that situation?"
Laughing at her comment about looking too hard Apollo took his free hand and cupped her cheek, his thumb gently carressing her cheek. "I doubt I'll see anything too upsetting, darling. There is nothing you could do which could bother me enough for me to give up on you."