Al-Cid was usually always forward, so to anybody else his behavior would probably go unnoticed. But the relationship he had with Xerxes was always playful but respectful. As if to say 'I wouldn't say no, but I respect your boundaries.' Today, it seemed that mentality was gone. Al-Cid would ask about Isaaru, would know that despite the fact that Xerxes didn't want to talk about it, he REALLY did want to talk about it. Al-Cid would only cross a boundary if it was right and reciprocated. And while Xerxes couldn't ever say he'd never thought about the man naked, he'd literally just broken up with someone he'd fallen for three days prior. Jumping into anything would be stupid and they both knew it. Which is why he was suddenly suspect of his behavior.
"You okay, Ace?" He cocked his head to the side and offered a warm smile. "I know you've been going through some tough times. And I'm super depressed right now too. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't find you attractive. But..." He said, sliding off the pile of bags and then crouching down to pick one up.
"I don't know, you seem almost hornier than usual. You got stuff on your mind?" He asked gingerly as he walked past him, through the door and to the chain. He hoisted the bag up to the pole and turned to his friend once more.