You were in your cabin, after a rather bad day. You had called on Apollo earlier, and you have been friends for many years at that point, and when you lifted your eyes, he was there, in a nicely fitting white shirt and baggy jeans. It startled you a bit, but he just took a seat, and looked up at you with sympathetic eyes. "So, hun, heard you were having a bad day? What's goin' on?" He said, his trademark caring smile plastered on his face, eyes gleaming blue, hair up in a low messy bun.