“Don’t thank me for tellin’ the truth,” came his firm response.
Once he received that wordless permission, Zelos moved without hesitation. Using that hand along Malba’s waist, he drew the sprite’s too-thin body against his own, removing any and all space between their forms. In an effort to make Malba more comfortable, Zelos then settled back against the bed, reclining both of their bodies. At one point, this kind of embrace would have been uncomfortable—too intimate—but after the time they’d spent huddled so closely against one another, it was almost casual. Or at least, so Zelos tried to convince himself.