“I... y-yeah, Zelos?” Malba really couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop that soft, stuttering little breath that accompanied his uncertain words, couldn’t stop the way his eyes watered or how he leaned so firmly against his friend, companion, his... It was wrong, definitely. Zelos was so fucking wrong to trust him, believe in him, to want to be in the same world as him, let alone the same bed. There was nothing perfect about Malba and being placed in his life, just ask Jinya, Druu, Varada, his father, the list went on, but he....
God did it make him feel so grateful, so relieved and warm. “I’m glad you’re here, Zelos. I’m so—so fucking glad you found me, heh. Because that’s what it was, right? You... you definitely found me.” In more ways than one, he silently added to himself. In more ways than one.