--... kid, I...-- Malba repeats, though honestly, he's not sure what it is he's trying to say. Thank him? Tell him how beautiful that voice of his is? Tell him how much he loves him?
Yeah... all of that and more.
Unfortunately, the words just won't come, so he simply continues to listen to those foreign words escaping his lover's lips, listening to the power, the beauty of each syllable. He didn't need to understand the words--he could feel the emotions in Zelos' mesmerizing voice. The comfort, the love, the... Zelos is there. Right there with him in the rain, right there, holding him close.
Malba isn't alone, and this... this fact is so fucking relieving.*