*He's definitely letting himself get a little too carried away here, the feel of the boy's lips so soft against his own, that body pressed close so soothing and warm against his aching frame, and he--... so much so he's forgotten about his father standing a mere few feet away.
That voice brings him back to reality real fast, however. His body tenses, his cheeks flushing, and--....
And then Zelos goes and makes his embarrassment about fifty times worse.* H-hey! Aah! * So. He's not sure who to be more irritated with: his father for being a smart-ass dick, Zelos for being just as much of a smart-ass, or. Well. Himself for letting it happen to start with.* Y-you.... That. U-uh. *Yeah. He's too busy stuttering and blushing to come up with any real response. Great.*