InsaneJournal

Last time Apollo had been standing here, he’d been in an entirely different mood.

Although if you wanted to get pedantic about it, last time Apollo had been standing here – here being in front of Avery’s door – he hadn’t actually been standing, he’d been crouched at the lock, focusing intently on breaking and entering. Sure, the mood thing held true, but mostly, last time, he’d been busy convincing a lock to bend to his will.

This time Apollo just knocked, and then, when he heard footsteps moving toward the other side of the door, he grinned brightly at the peep hole. He didn’t consider stepping aside so Avery wouldn’t see who it was before he opened the door, because he didn’t consider for a moment that Avery might be reluctant to open said door. Avery had made a very strong impression when he dragged the coffee table aside so he had room to genuflect at Apollo’s feet, and that impression was not of someone who was going to deny Apollo entrance to his apartment.

So he looked straight through the door, and smiled.