Lloyd doesn't catch the way Zelos trips, doesn't catch the frown. He only turns around to glance back at Zelos after hearing his sigh, heart dropping at the way Zelos blankly looks ahead, shrugging with the same sort of disinterest that he used to when he was scolded for ignoring his duties as a child. Lloyd swallows, downcast, and faces forward again, any hopeful discussion dying out on his tongue as he nods. "Yeah," he says, lowering his gaze down to the ground in front of him. "Yeah, I guess that checks out. I'm sure there will be a lot to do there."
The truth is, Lloyd had been hoping Zelos would respond. The truth is, Lloyd had been hoping for something to grab onto, a rock edge to grab in the mess of climbing this towering mountain of trying to fix what's been broken, just like he had been for the better part of almost two weeks now. He had been hoping for a conversation, for talks of dreams and possibilities and something they could both work at achieving. But as it stands, Lloyd's not sure he has the right to ask for Zelos to be anymore attentive or open than he is. It's obvious to Lloyd at this point that Zelos is upset, that the blank faces and masks are just him trying to hide how badly he doesn't want to be here. Lloyd should have never asked him to come, should have never taken him away from the life he lived like he did.
Maybe he should just turn around and take Zelos back.
The silence returns, heavier this time, and Lloyd lets it wash over them. He can't find it in himself to try and break it again, can't find it in himself to risk being brushed off again at this moment. He doesn't know what he could say or do to make this any better, to try and apologize for making Zelos more miserable than he already was. Maybe Lloyd had clung onto the idea of running away, but he shouldn't have chained Zelos to yet another expectation. No wonder Zelos talks to him like he used to talk to people he disliked. Lloyd's eyes water, irritatingly, so he shuts them tight and forces it back. He's not going to cry, not here, not now, not about this. He shouldn't be a baby because things aren't going his way.
"We're coming up on a town," Lloyd says after around half an hour of silence, not bothering to look up from the map. "It'll get dark soon; we should rent a room at an inn."
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The truth is, Lloyd had been hoping Zelos would respond. The truth is, Lloyd had been hoping for something to grab onto, a rock edge to grab in the mess of climbing this towering mountain of trying to fix what's been broken, just like he had been for the better part of almost two weeks now. He had been hoping for a conversation, for talks of dreams and possibilities and something they could both work at achieving. But as it stands, Lloyd's not sure he has the right to ask for Zelos to be anymore attentive or open than he is. It's obvious to Lloyd at this point that Zelos is upset, that the blank faces and masks are just him trying to hide how badly he doesn't want to be here. Lloyd should have never asked him to come, should have never taken him away from the life he lived like he did.
Maybe he should just turn around and take Zelos back.
The silence returns, heavier this time, and Lloyd lets it wash over them. He can't find it in himself to try and break it again, can't find it in himself to risk being brushed off again at this moment. He doesn't know what he could say or do to make this any better, to try and apologize for making Zelos more miserable than he already was. Maybe Lloyd had clung onto the idea of running away, but he shouldn't have chained Zelos to yet another expectation. No wonder Zelos talks to him like he used to talk to people he disliked. Lloyd's eyes water, irritatingly, so he shuts them tight and forces it back. He's not going to cry, not here, not now, not about this. He shouldn't be a baby because things aren't going his way.
"We're coming up on a town," Lloyd says after around half an hour of silence, not bothering to look up from the map. "It'll get dark soon; we should rent a room at an inn."