Heart flying down another loop-de-loop on the rollercoaster this conversation has made of his emotions, he nearly chokes on spit as Zelos suddenly reaches out to him, turning him around and pressing his hands against his shoulder blades. "H-hey, what!"

Red bursts in Lloyd's cheeks and he curses his name as he's once again knocked down from whatever composure he had gained while discussing the wings. Only able to focus on Zelos' concern with a fraction of his usual attention span, mostly distracted by the touches and desperately trying to reel in his own thundering pulse rate, Lloyd shoots Zelos a surprised look over his shoulder before thinking better of it and focusing his gaze back in front of him. Zelos, this is unfair, you don't even know what you're doing to him!

Swallowing hard, holding back a shiver as Zelos brushes a hand over his spine, Lloyd orders his mind back in functional order. "H-hah, yeah, I guess I'm a weird case then!" That sounded shaky Lloyd, get your voice back together you absolute disaster or you're gonna weird him out! He licks his dry lips and tries again. "I meant, though, uh. That I wasn't supposed to have wings at all, on my own world or otherwise. I think," he pauses, wondering which deity out there is having a laugh at his expense this time, "that - uh, the ether I expended with the wings combined with whatever the mines had and -" a break, as he struggles to find the best way to word this, "the aftereffects of the blast, and that's what caused the high. But I should be alright now? I hope, anyways. The wings always hurt to summon, but they haven't hurt since I last used them, so."

If Zelos' hands weren't already there, Lloyd would pat himself on the back for being able to get through all of that without melting into the puddle he wants so desperately to become at the moment. He thinks Zelos is checking for injury because he cares, and that makes Lloyd's heart burst with affection he can't do anything with, so he stands uselessly, instead.