"I won't try anything if you sit down," Apollo smiled brightly at the both of them, and made a point of sitting down himself. "I hate being sorry." He didn't stop smiling, or watching, as he did.
Much didn't think making a run for it would help. Maybe if they were in the woods, woods he knew, he'd have an advantage but outside the cafe all the streets were flat, and Apollo looked fast.
Besides if they ran, he didn't need to chase them, he could just bring Marcie's curse back. Can't outrun cancer.
Shit. Shit shit. Much wished Rob was here, he'd wile his way out of this somehow. He had to protect Marcie, he had to stop her getting cursed again. Maybe rolling with it for a minute would give them enough time to think their way out. Much slipped his hand into Marcie's and squeezed tight. "We'll sit," he said. "But you're just gonna hear the same thing Marcie just said, we don't know anything."
Apollo propped his chin on his hand, watching Marcie.