T_T he is it's true
So... so good to hear yours too, kid. No idea... *he whispers in return, his voice breaking, watery, unfocused reds struggling to make out the boy--with little success, unfortunately. So he can't see that well. He doesn't need to. Zelos is right there with him, he's holding his hand, pressing kisses against his skin, he--Malba is so fucking grateful for that grounding touch.* Guess I... I've been p-pretty out, huh? I... you okay, Zelos? Know I... you...