Mm... yeah. I didn't want him to be here any longer than he wanted to, but when he left... I was used to knowing he was close by. You're right.

[He lets out a sigh.] I don't think I'll see him again at this rate. So...

[At that thought, he goes ahead and downright chugs about half of the hot chocolate. It feels good and comforting, much better than the little pains in his chest and mouth and eyes over knowing he won't see Apollo again, barring the miracle of Apollo coming back here. And Clay wouldn't want that, just knowing Apollo couldn't get accustomed to this place.]