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Apollo stands just outside the tent, watching Endymion and unsure of what to do. Part of him wanted to kiss the new god, but he was slightly afraid that he wouldn't be received well. The last thing he wanted to do right now was make Endymion uncomfortable. He was also afraid that sitting beside him would put a tension in the air as well. So for a moment, he only watches the other god, not quite sure of what he should do.

Seeing Endymion in this peaceful mode was calming for him. He wanted to give Endymion something that would help to relax him without causing any strangeness between them. Finally making up his mind, he walks silently over and steps behind Endymion. Hands gentle and probing, he begins to massage Endymion's shoulders, first mapping out small problem areas and then his strong fingers begin to work out the knots there.

Apollo's face warms in a slight flush at Endymion's smile. he couldn't help but remember a time when a massage had led to far far more. He swallows thickly, his heart beating a bit faster. He was determined to keep this chaste, to earn Endymion's love back slowly so that it would last. But with this wamr skin beneathi his fingers, it was hard to do so. He couldn't help but marvel at Endymion's bare chest, the creamy skin covering tight, lean muscle. He sighs, trying to keep his focus on the massage and doing a very good job at rubbing out every tense knot.

Apollo's hands began to slightly tremble at that wonderful noise that left Endymion's mouth. It was an innocent sigh of relaxation to anyone who didn't know better. Apollo bites back his own groan at the rememberance of hearing that smooth sound before and what they were doing at the time. He takes a deep breath, letting it out shakily.

Despite how much he wanted Endymion, he was relieved when the new god suggested breakfast. He needed something to get his mind off of these things for now. Apollo's hands drift away and he flops down on the bench beside Endymion. He smiles to him, comfortably, "That sounds good... The only question is, how will we get it without walking inside the tent..." He smirks, "Come on, I want to see some new god powers. Float some of the left-overs out here and I'll warm them up..." He laughs.

Apollo watches it all calmly, smirking at the confidence that Endymion had. Secretly, he was proud of his pupil, but only let his competitiveness show in this little game. He plucks the apple from Endymion's hand, "Who said you had to wait?" He takes a bite from the apple and tosses the fruit back into Endymion's hand. As he chews, the bread and meat separate from the fruit and form a pile in the middle of the table, meat on bottom, bread on top. The stone beneath it suddenly grows bright red with heat in a small circle that the meat sits on like the burner of a stove. The meat is steaming and sizzling in seconds and the bread becomes as soft and airy as it had been the night before. He plucks a roll off and takes a bite of it, grinning at Endymion.

Apollo laughs, enjoying the playfulness that had formed back in such a short time. The slight weakness of no sleep and worry were at bay now as he digs into the delicious food, just as good reheated as it had been to begin with. He drinks water instead of white tough, wanting to make up for his dehydration. He happens to glance over at just the right second, his eyes catching the droplets of juice rolling from Endymion's lip to his chin. He bites his lip, not realizing that he was staring unabashed, feeling the sudden urge to catch Endymion's chin and lick the juices off himself. He swallows hard and snaps out of it, eating some meat.

Apollo was finished eating by the time Endymion asked his question, having stomached some meat and bread as well as a bit of fruit. He was currently still drinking at his water, mostly just thirsty from the night before and still catching up.

The question took him off guard, but moreso the way Endymion asked it. He seemed calm, casual, as if he were talking about the weather. Apollo swallows the mouthful of water calmly. Endymion surely had to know that someone who had lived for centuries on had had many lovers. He calmly answers, "I was in love with the mortal I had mentioned earlier, which was probably the only reason I mentioned him... Most of the other lovers I have had haven't meant much to me emotionally. Most were just friends or random strangers... I was with Hermes for a short while, but it was very casual, no feelings involved. The same as how it was with Dionysus... All the others were just one-night flings that I had while depressed... Nothing of importance, any of them...." He trails off, feeling nervous that Endymion wouldn't react well.

Apollo felt like he had just been punched in the stomach. After Endymion had been so angry as to nearly fight Apollo because he was joking around with Dionysus. He could understnad Endymion's jealousy if he had wanted Apollo and Apollo alone, but... He takes a sip of water to stall for time to cool off. He puts the water glass down with a 'thunk' and doesn't know whether to fly into a rage or simply sob in frustration. He glances to Endymion. The new god wasn't even looking at him.
He answers with deceptive calmness, "Of course, unless you tie yourself down in a relationship. Even then, whoever you choose will be falling head over heels for you far too much to notice an affair or two. After all, you're a god, and the rule of love don't apply, do they? But, rest assured, if that happens, then don't expect me to be the naive lover you drag around."
His face was totally calm, but his eyes showed the seething offense and hurt he was feeling.