It was uncomfortably hot inside the blanket, and pressed against Apollo’s body, but her legs ached so much she didn’t want to try walking on her own. There was a safety in being carried, especially by Apollo, who wouldn’t let anything happen to her if it was within his power to stop it. Melpomene let her head rest against his chest, but as they crowded into the elevator, she freed a hand from the too-warm blanket, and reached for Alan, too.
Alan moved ahead of them, opening doors and making sure the way was clear. When Melpomene reached for him in the elevator, he took her hand and kissed it - idiot! he told himself, trying not to get swept away with the feelings. What are you doing??
Outside the apartment Alan’s eye was drawn to the sharp honking of a horn and looked over just in time to see a dark haired woman running across the street, the driver of the honking car making furious gestures at her back. She didn’t even look at Alan, crossing instead straight to Apollo.