Malba breathed out a deep, shuddering sigh of relief as Zelos pulled his body in so close, his hold cool, calming and—and good. Too good. Far too good. “It’s not the truth, Zelos. Kind of the problem,” he quietly mumbled, and really, he regretted it the second it passed his lips. Argue with the boy when he was only trying to comfort his sorry ass, real smooth. Too late to take it back, though. He pressed his forehead firmly against the boy, tightly closing his watery eyes.