let's continue malba whining~.
*...The kid was definitely touchy-feely. Malba wasn't going to complain, however. It... The truth of the matter is: it hurts. A lot. And Lloyd's touch was comforting. So he was a wimp. He'd take that reassuring touch.*
...Thanks, kid... *he murmurs, his voice soft, flat. His hands continue to shake, up into his arms. The shudders continue throughout his lean frame, that biting pain flooding his muscles, joints... Everything. Nothing new. Just a typical SK episode.* ...Jinya... Always dealt with this better than me... Don't know why he... *What was he saying? Yeah. Bad thoughts. He clenched his jaw, closing his eyes once more. He needed to shut up. So instead, he weakly gripped Lloyd's hand.*