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Apollo looks up and immediately notices the black-haired small beauty behind his sister. He immediately stands up, but pauses, not knowing what to do. It seemed quite obvious that Endymion was not taking to his younger body too well.
But Psyche, sitting beside him, squeezes his hand in encouragement. He walk over, slowly but surely, "Dymion?... It's good to see you, finally..... We ordered some pizza and we're waiting for the delivery guy to show up...." He says it casually, as if he was actually saying that nothing was different. He finally stops about a yard away from them, now whispering, "Endymion.... I love you the same as I always have...."

Apollo felt a stab of pain in his chest when Endymion didn't reply and he watched Adel come to pull him out of his shell. But he was grateful though that someone had broken the ice. He looks to Athena with a sad smiles before pulling her to the game as well.
Apollo found himself gazing at Endymion every once in a while, but not for the obvious reason that he was small. He was so fascinating though, it seemed as if his personality had changed to. Apollo bites his lip and looks back down to the board, the thought of Endymion having changed inwardly as well as outwardly was something that he prayed would never happen.

Apollo was having to fight his own instincts during the night. He wanted more than anything to go to Endymion and take him in his arms, no matter what size he was. He felt so cut off from him that it hurt. But Endymion wouldn't even look at him, let alone speak to him.
Once the second game ended, he gave up, hoping that Endymion would open up to him maybe on the next day. he knew his lover must have been hurting from this but he was so quiet, not sharing anything. He gets up with a small fake smile, "Well..... It's been a long day, I think I'll head up to bed..."

It had only been a few minutes since he had come upstairs and, restless with worry. He had been laying in his large empty bed, feeling cold. He finally gets up, having heard the door down the hall close. Maybe He could talk to someone about it, he really wanted to find out what he should do in the situation.
Walking into the hall in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, he sees that its Athena's door that has closed. He sighs, knowing she probably needed her rest, but may she would talk to him a bit. He walks over, lifting his hand to rap on the door, but he stops in midair, hearing the soft sound of sobs on the other side. He bit his lip, knowing it wasn't Athena. He gently knocks on the door before opening it and silently entering. Seeing the lump in the covers, he walks over and sits on the side of the bed. He prays, "God of Hope.... My lovely god... I love you no matter what your appearance on this earth and if you think this will scare me away then please try to remember the way I am.......... My heart aches seeing you saddened.... But I thank gods that you are alive and here with me, no matter what your form...."
He pulls the covers back and lifts the small form into his arms, cradling him tight to his chest.

Apollo swallows hard and clutches him just as desperately as Endymion held him, wanting to stay strong for his lover but knowing how to help him, knowing there was nothing he could do to change this. He kisses Endymion's forehead, whispering, "I know, love.... I was waiting for this day so long and.... Gods........ Dymion, I'm so sorry.... I wish I could fix this...." He lifts Endymion's chin and begins to kiss away the tears, pressing soft kisses to Endymion's lips no matter how strange it would have seemed to anyone watching. He knew that his lover was inside this body.

Apollo takes in a deep breath, pulling Endymion ever closer, his arms sliding around that petite waist, kissing the other with a tender promising passion. He shudders warmly as the prayers wash through him. He didn't know what to do, but kissing Endymion was an action that was pressing him to make a decision. But he also knew that pulling back now would probably only upset Endymion more.

Apollo felt the prayers die out and soon also opened his eyes to his lover, who was obviously upset. He bites his lip hard, feeling his own eyes stringing as tears tried to push forward. He whispers hoarsely, "No... Don't be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for...."
He scoots closer and very tenderly uncurls Endymion, "This no one's fault.... If anything.... I'm sorry.... I put you in the position by starting a fight with Zeus.... If I hadn't........" He hugs Endymion once more, the tears streaming down his face, "I never would have put you in so much danger...... I'm so sorry, Dymion..... But know that I love you whether you're 12 or 112, it will ALWAYS be the same.... If we can't be intimate, then that still doesn't mean that I'm going to push you totally away..... Is the sex all that matters in our relationship?"

Those last words made Apollo freeze in fear. He bites his lip, tears falling quickly now and his heart aching. He pulls back, not wanting to touch Endymion if he refused. He swallows at the lump in his throat, trying to find words where there were none. He finally whispers, "I didn't think that the sex was all that mattered to you, I mean..... I know it doesn't...... How could.....?" he shakes his head, as if trying to dispell painful thoughts. He touches Endymion's shoulder.
He finally gathers his courage and says, "Endymion.... I love you too much to lose you just because your body has changed...... This isn't going to be easy, but please don't push me away...."