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Apollo smiles at first, then realizes what Endymion had just said. He blinks, staring at him for a moment. Did he just...? What had he meant by....? Apollo was inwardly reeling, standing there, staring at Endymion. He looked innocent, as if he was a child that blurted out someting he heard from his parents but didn't understand. Apollo was blushing by now and he took a second to gulp hard. He averts his eyes from Endymion's, reaching to the young man's collar to straighten it some and adjust the tie just so. He had hoped that looking away from the youth would cool him down, but being this close wasn't helping. He finally takes a nervous step back and says softly, "Well, Endymion... All I can say is that your bravery absolutely fascinates me..." he pulls off a smile, as he begins to lead his guest from the room. He walks at Endymion's side, once letting his hand waver to stroke the braid and turn to admire it. The young man really was a work of art.

((Hey, listen, I'm really really really sorry about being gone these past couple of days, the computer in my apartment commited suicide... but he's ok now.... sorry again, I missed the rp a lot))
Apollo glances at the reflections of Endymion in the mirrored walls of the elevator, finally turning to look the young man up and down. He really did look amazing. Apollo says softly, "You look really good... I mean it, it was a shame that Pandora's Box only wanted to keep you in those miniscule clothes.... not that those didn't look good on you, but... wow... you do really look nice..." He steps from the elevator, his mind replaying Dymion's comment from earlier. He blushes a little bit, wondering if the young man meant to make Apollo feel this way... he seemed so innocent... Apollo smiles back to Dymion, "It's only a block and a half, not far enough to freeze but just far enough to be uncomfortably cold by the time we arrive... But the snow has stopped falling totally, see..." He walks outside, stopping as Dymion joins him. He glances over the blanket of grey, brown, and black snow. He whispers, "I remember when it used to be white..."

Apollo blinks when he felt thecold press up agianst him. He looked back, seeing Dymion there, seeing the way he was shivering. He let out a small breath of air that turned to fog that drifted like smoke over the sludgey snow. He turns halfway, gazing at Endymion and says softly, "No scarf or gloves.... You are insane..." He reaches up one radiant hand. He was usuing the sun to cheat against the cold weather. He places his hand on the ice cold cheek of the young man. To any passerby, they would likke like two regular youths, about the same age, one only slightly taller. But there weren't any passersby, the city streets were abandoned at this calm before the people of the metropolis ran to the bars and nightclubs. Apollo steps slightly closer, bring his other hand to cover the freezing pale hands that were so obviously shivering in the cold. Apollo holds there for a moment, as if the tenderness of touch was nothing strange at all. He then says slowly, "You're freezing, come on... we'll be there soon..." He drops histouch, but one hand again rises to taken one of Endymion's hands, holding it as they walked, feeding a constant warmth up through his arm and body. Apollo had never seen this power as being all that special. Now he was a million times thankful he had it.

Apollo was happy to have Endymion's hand in his own, even though it was cold, and when they stepped into the restaurant, he was hesistant to let it go. As they slid into the seat, he glances at Endymion, smiling at the way he was frowning, he looked almost childish. But when he put his menu down and commented, Apollo's eyebrow raised. He fought to keep the comedy in his voice, "Don't tell me you are too good to be won over by fine food... really, you don't want what I want... just pick out whatever you want, no matter the price, anything... you're heart's desire..." Apollo let the last of his words tumble from now serious yet smiling lips as he gazes warmly at Dymion.

Apollo was staring at Endymion, somewhere between being entranced and about to crack up. He takes his companion to the finest restaurant in New York and he orders lasagna... He didn't know whether to blow up at Endymion or tackle him in a public area for his cuteness. All he knew is that two could play at this game, and it looked fun as hades... He clears his throat slightly and says to the waiter, "Grilled cheese and tomato soup, please.... with Sprite..." As he orders he keeps his eyes on Endymion, smiling only slightly, yet mischieviously all the same. The waiter looked confused, but finally left. The second the waiter was away from earshot, Apollo burst into laughter. In between giggles he murmurs, "Endymion.... immortals above.... I think you just gave the best chefs of New York and order they will never forget.... Socrates should have trained you himself... you're a genius..." He laughs some more, " Gods.... do you see now why I like you so much... well... I think I can guarantee that you'll getthe best lasagna the whole city has to offer..." He grins, then softly muses, "I wonder if they'll bring your ginger ale in a wineglass...."

Whe he heard Dymion's words, the comedy behind Apollo's smile vanished entirely. Had Endymion really just said that? Apollo blinks, gazing at him across the table, feeling himself blushing as well. He had said what his had said in a casual way, but Endymion... Endymion looked so sincere. Apollo gulps hard and smiles, barely saying over the volume of a whisper, "Endymion.... thank you... really... For not leaving and... everything, really... I meant what I said a few seconds ago and don't ever forget it..." He reaches over, touching Dymion's hand. Then, suddenly nervous, he moves the young man's hand to rest of the salad fork as he whispers, "Even with our order they'll probably try to get away with bringing us salads first, so you'll use this fork for that... I'm sorry I never considered this as being your first restaurant visit..." he blushes again, his hand still resting on Dymion's as he tries not to let any of this get him nervous.

((shame shame on Endymion... sheesh, mentioning Apollo's real name to other people, tsk, tsk... just kidding, lol))
Apollo's violet eyes were lock on Endymion's. Maybe it was just the light but... no.... he had never seen eyes that blue, that translucent yet deep.He gulps hard, feeling his face blushing a little bit, but he was far too entranced to be fully nervous. He looked... so hopeful, so yearning, as if he actually wanted something when this whole time Endymion had been so timid to ask anything of Apollo, but now...
And then as fast as the feeling came, Endymion had gotten up and was gone before Apollo could fully snap out of it. He blinks, glancing at the path Endymion had just taken. What had just happened? Had Apollo... intimidated him? He looks to his hand resting there where Dymion's had been only seconds before. Well, he had held his hand for longer than he needed to... and he had spoken so tenderly... "s**t!" Apollo could have kicked himself. It wa so obvious now... What had made him think that Dymion would be in to other men in the first place? And why, oh why, would anyone want to be with a god?? His hand was trembling as he picked up his sprite, taking a long sip that stung with carbonation. He stares down at the tablecloth. Well, now things would be awkward, now hat he finally scared away Endymion, he only hoped that the mortal would forgive him and his forwardness. He shudders lightly, too tense now to sit back and relax. "Perfect, just perfect, you idiot.... you just had to scare him away..."