The fear was good. Solid. Apollo was pretty confident it would last, and Avery would stay well away from the Warmoths. He wasn't getting 'reckless idiot' off Avery. "Great," he said, with a bright grin (literally, he was still lighting up the room) as he brushed off his hands.
"That's our first problem solved. Oh— and let me just solve another before it becomes my problem," Apollo stepped forward once more and pressed his palm over the hand Avery had clutched around his throat, his second hand wrapping around the back of Avery's neck so he couldn't squirm away. "So you can't photograph this as some kind of evidence," he explained, pouring a burst of power into soothing Avery's crushed windpipe, coaxing burst capillaries back to life.