It's not like Hollywood has a realistic idea of how love works. Half of the problems in their movies would be fixed if people just talked or didn't immediately think to do the stupidest thought in their heads. (at her comment, however... well, apollo never has been the best at accepting affection and the like. he's rather awkward about it, really.) A-Ah... I love you, too, Trucy.

(he's not sure about the cinematic quality of their misadventures, that's for sure. but whatever keeps trucy in a better mood as they get through this isn't something he's going to try to stop her. her pep is more encouraging than anything, really, giving him a bit more assurance that things will be okay.

that is, until a rather pathetic looking zombie, complete with nerdy actions, wanders over to them and attempts to... who knows what. probably just annoy them at this point. apollo lets out a surprised yelp, only a tad terrified for his life, before swinging his chair leg as hard as he can.

which sends the upper half of the zombie across the room. leaving the legs to wander around aimlessly. yep, apollo is grabbing trucy and dragging her out of here as quickly as possible.) Yep, we're leaving, we're done here.