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Apollo had found himself in one of those situations where you sit and stare at something for too long, causing you to spend a lot more time thinking about that something than was truly necessary. The 'something' in question was Phoenix, lying on the sofa across from Apollo's seat, fast asleep. But it wasn't Phoenix as a whole that had caught his attention. Somewhere in the rise and fall of the man's body as he gently snoozed his hat had attracted Apollo's gaze. That hat, the blue thing that Trucy had knitted him ages back, he'd heard, with 'Papa' scrawled onto the side artfully and a pin badge given to him by Ema attached to it. Apollo hone