*Ikenna stands in the doorway of his son's room, his lips set in a troubled frown as he takes in the scene playing out before him. On learning that his boy is awake, his first instinct had been to rush right in, yet... giving Zelos a chance to speak with his ailing son for a moment seemed fair, didn't it? After all, Zelos has suffered so throughout this whole ordeal, to say the very least.
Still, the more he watches, the more uneasy he grows with the course this conversation is taking. Malba's memories of his recent experience are obviously fuzzy, and his condition? Consciousness is a step in the right direction, but hardly out of the woods.
His decision made, Ikenna makes his way to the hospital bed, a hand resting against Zelos' back, another taking hold of his son's twitching hand.* Not to interrupt, but... Zelos is just upset right now, Malba. It's been a difficult time for all of us.