"How're you holding up, songbird?" Apollo's voice suddenly snapped you out of your trance.

The god had been plucking the strings of his harp, humming softly to the melody. That is, until he opened one of his eyes to peer over at you.

He stopped his playing, gazing at you with pure adoration in his eyes. A tranquil smile found its way to his face.

After a beat, he spoke up again, his tone laced with love.

"Sorry I haven't been paying the most attention to you."

He hummed, snaking an arm around your waist and bringing you ever so closer to himself. He couldn't help but want to be near you. Who wouldn't? In his eyes, you were absolutely everything, and he made sure that you knew it too.