*Malba watches closely as his lover feels his way onto the bike, ready to assist him if he needs it. Zelos manages to situate himself, however, and the hybrid slowly pulls his hand away. He briefly moves that hand to brush through the boy's hair, a faint, strained smile forming on his lips.* Alright, kid.
*With another stroke through those silky locks, he pulls back, making quick work of mounting the bike as well.* Here. Wrap your arms around me real good and shit.