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Apollo smirks, digging out his wallet and handing it to her, "There should be most of it there, Hermes' card should only be used to make up the difference..." He blinks, glancing down at Endymion and feeling a smile beginning to warm his cheeks again. The contact sent warmth and electricity through him like it always did. He hugs Endymion tightly with his other arm for a quick moment. It didn't seem to last long enough and Apollo regretted letting go. He says softly to Pandora, "I'm sorry about the... mess here... I didn't want Endymion to get hurt... I really wish you had contacted us years back, but oh well..." He smiles to Endymion, quickly glancing back to Hermes.

Apollo leans back in the plush seats, using the backseat controls to turn up the heat, knowing that Endymion must be freezing and feeling a bit too tired to manually spread any warmth. He had drained most of his wielding resources for the night anyways and the forces of cold and heat were getting terribly angry at him. He rubs at his forehead, still feeling strange, but knowing it would be better once he rested. He glances to Endymion, smiling slightly. It was a load off his shoulders to know now that no one would be chasing them down. His violet eyes slowly turned to Hermes, watching him for a second, but staying totally silent himself. It was a strange situation to have two of the people he felt dearly for around but totally unable to relate to each other. His headache was growing slightly worse. Finally the limo pulled up and he stepped out, taking Endymion's hand and providing a little bit of warmth was they walked to thehotel's main entrance. As they walked inside, he says to the nearest attendant who was rushing to greet them, "Would it be any trouble to get a hot bath drawn in room 564?... Good, good... And also, if a representative from room service will stand waiting, we are planning to order something... Oh, and one more thing... Some wood brought up for the fireplace... Oh no, we can take care of it ourselves, thank you..." He smiles slightly to them both, feeling slightly comical staning in the pristine marble hotel lobby covered in his own and other people's blood. But none of the attendants asked questions. He says smoothly to Endymion, "A hot bath will warm you up, and your muscles are too tense... You need to relax..." The trip to the room was predictable and he unlocked the door with a yawn, letting them both into the suite.

Apollo glances up, once catching a full gaze of Endymion,his eyes strayed to a spot on the wall behind him slightly to the right, eyes unfocusing as his cheeks tinted slightly pink. He says softly, "No.. no, its ok... what do you need?" He swallows nervously, glancing back to Endymion's eyes, then back to his spot on the wall. He stands up, eyes now trailing to the ground as he steps towards Endymion. He hesitantly looks to Hermes, "Sorry... one moment... you can order a meal while you wait." He smiles a little bit, glancing back to Endymion, his nervousness now turning into slight curiosity, "What's wrong?"

Apollo begins to loosen up at Endymion's plea, almost feeling bad that he felt so guilty about losing a jacket. Especially when it was ripped off of him when he was about to be hurt and raped. Apollo lets out a small sigh, "Don't worry about any of it... a jacket is just cloth the same way that money is just paper..." He glances up to Endymion's eyes and gives him a nearly charming, but tired-looking smile.
But it quickly turns to a look of surprise as Endymion's request. His eyes widen and he takes a halfstep backward on instinct. he glances to the blood covering him in stains on his clothes and dried patches on his skin, most of it not his own. He gives Dymion a nervous grin, shaking his head, "No... don't let your bath get cold..." he quickly strides into the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel and wetting it down. He returns with it in hand, "This will do for now... go, relax..." He quickly retreats from the bedroom again, heart pounding as he tried to erase images from his head.

Apollo wipes at his forehead, getting off a little bit of blood splatters. he couldn't help but imagine Endymion's hand washing over him and.... No... He pushed that from his mind, hoping it would stay out of his thoughts. He had remembered how all of the gods had reacted when he had had an affair with a human. he had never felt so low in his life, being looked at as a traitor. The biggest reason was because it was unfair. A god lived forever while a mortal grew old and died. It wasn't fair to the mortal or the god. Apollo had found it all out the hard way centuries ago. He sighs, returning to his seat in the living area of the suite. he sits down slowly, feeling sore then began wiping blood away from varies places on his body. He didn't want to make the same mistake twice, did he? He once again forces himself to push away the images of soaking in the bathtub with Endymion. He does so successfully and glances up to Hermes, "Thanks... for helping me out back there..."