“S’a really long list, hunny,” Zelos responded dryly, his own lips raising into a smile with a slight twitch. He was picking up what Malba was putting down. After all, there was little point to returning to the subject at hand; they’d both end up ridden with tears and guilt. Zelos, being himself, preferred the avoidance method of conflict-resolution. If he could distract Malba away from those troublesome internal thoughts, he was golden.
“But if you really wanna know,” he continued slowly, his voice drawling against Malba’s ear. As he spoke, Zelos’s attentions morphed from a rub to a massage. His fingers spread out, covering more ground as he kneaded the back of his friend’s head gently. “We could start with all the yummy food you cook me.”