[For a moment, Malba is mostly silent. Even though he's hopeful that his lover has found a happy place, it's a slightly unnerving feeling. He's all alone, with only the sprite's irregular breathing and his own thoughts to keep him company. Finally, Malba lets out a groan, and his voice echoes within his mind.
--No luck, huh?-- [Zelos practically sighs in response. Somehow, he'd kind of figured.... Is there anything that can be done to shove that rain away? Is there anything that can bring him solace?
Another memory strikes Zelos, this one not as unpleasant, but nowhere near comfortable. Malba had been scared--so scared, so insecure--and his voice had been a childlike whisper. He'd cried, and cried, and cried, wetting Zelos' pajamas with his tears, his body shaken so hard by sobs.
And then he sang. He rocked him and sang, and slowly, Malba's sobs ebbed away, replaced by slow breathing and the occasional soft whine. He'd fallen asleep against him, completely exhausted from the stress of the episode.
Can he... bring him that kind of peace again? If he sings him something gentle, something sweet, can he push away that rain? Can he make the sun come out?
Zelos bows his head deeper, and rests his lips an inch or so above Malba's ear. Hesitantly, he parts his dry lips, the beginnings of an angelic hymn escaping them.]