[... the rain. Of course. It comes as no surprise to Zelos, after all the time he's spent with Malba. More than once has the hybrid lost himself in delusions of rain, wind and blood. Each time, Zelos had held him close, rocking him, kissing him--anything to reach him in his waking nightmare.
Would that occur again today? Were they on their way to another one of those incidents?
Zelos runs a hand through Malba's hair, hoping to provide him something real, something physical.] --No, Mals. It's not raining. There's nothing there. It's just us, hunny.--