“I’m fine. Trust me.” Apollo tries to reassure you in vain, forcing a smile through a nervous expression, the look on his face tells more than he's willing to confess, he isn't fine, the last few days have been stressful, exhausting — He's at his breaking point, still, he holds back, the frustration, the sadness, he doesn't want you to see him like that, to worry about him, his problems are his to deal with, or at least that's how he thinks.

“I'm just a bit tired, that's all.” He adds, hoping you wouldn't notice the tremble in his lips and the weakness of his tone.