*Malba is pretty well aware that the kid is trying to get him to increase his pace, and normally? He'd completely ignore it, keep it slow and steady. But now isn't exactly normal. The closer they come to the front door to Kopaka's, the more that tension works its way through his frame. He. He needs to get in there, to prove himself wrong. To find that everything's just fine, that he's worried for nothing.
So he carefully increases his pace a bit, his red gaze focused on the boy's feet. The last thing he wants is to trip Zelos up.
Luckily the walk to the door isn't very far, and they reach it rather quickly.* Here. Stop for a sec. Gonna open the door. *he says, not even bothering with knocking or ringing the bell. He's got a key, and he's damn well going to use it. Not like it's the first time he's let himself in, after all.
Malba reaches into his pocket, grasping his keys--and promptly dropping them as soon as he pulls them from his pocket.* Goddamn it. *he mumbles, reaching down to retrieve the keys... which takes longer than it should. Damn his shaking, rigid hand. After a few attempts, he manages to get a good grip on the keys, straightening back up.* Uh. Yeah. Sorry about that. *he murmurs, his voice holding a tone of self-deprecation. Now. To actually get the door open.
He actually manages this fairly quickly--only takes two attempts--swinging the door open with a deep sigh.* Alright. Door's open.