Visibly flinching as Zelos whirls around to face him, Lloyd blinks against the current of anger that so obviously controls him. What happened to get Zelos this furious in the span of a few seconds, when Lloyd was so sure that simply asking him for what he wanted was the right way to go about things? Zelos' tone is biting and sharp, and the way he addresses Lloyd almost reminds him of his former drill sergeants - loud, sudden, expectant, and vicious.

Swallowing hard, Lloyd focuses first on keeping calm. He must have said something to piss Zelos off, something to earn the brunt of all of this ire, but the problem is he can't think of what it was. He pushes himself off the bed, faces Zelos best he can though his mind shouts at him that he needs to make himself small, keep quiet, apologize and let Zelos say what he says fit to. "I - Zelos, I don't understand why you're mad at me," he starts, forcing his voice to stay low and even, "I just want to make sure you know you're not stuck with me, that you - that you're happy, y'know?"