“You broke my dad’s wall,” Apollo agreed, his gaze sweeping over the damage. He laughed, a fading, hesitant laugh, and took a step closer, then another and another, until they were only an arm’s length away from each other.
Swallowing hard, already feeling a lump beginning to form in his throat, Apollo forced himself to stay grounded, to not just throw his body at Hyacinthus and bring him down to the floor. “You saw the videos?” He asked it even though he already knew the answer. It must have been those damn videos. “I’ve been waiting for you to remember. I thought maybe you wouldn’t.”