AA - Apollo Justice

*Late at night, again, as you passed by Apollo’s room in your shared apartment, you could see the light from his lamp peeking from beneath the door. You could hear pens and pencils scribbling away, or his light grunts in frustration.* *Apollo had a huge habit of overworking himself. He’d never show it, shrugging it off and saying he was ‘fine’. He never really was.* *Ever since he’s been working as a lawyer for the Wright Anything Agency, he’s been like this. Even since before, he’ll pull all-nighters doing college work, or even before then, working on high school projects or essays. You’ve known him forever, you’ve gotta keep him in check.* “I can hear you outside the door,” *Apollo grumbled. He could hear your breathing, and the sound your feet made as you approached and stopped. It was almost midnight. And Apollo’s still dressed and working.*