Lloyd should pat himself on the back. Somehow, within this argument, he’s developed quite a talent for making things that are already bad even worse.
The training drops as soon as Zelos turns on his heel, running out of the room, and there’s only one moment of surprise before Lloyd is chasing after him. “Zelos, wait!“ he cries out, reaching out by the doorway only to watch as Zelos continues to run out of his sight. Part of him shouts to follow after the ex-lord, to not leave him alone in his mind like this, as volatile as it seems, but the other part - the more rational part of i him - argues that maybe Zelos needs some space. Maybe Lloyd could benefit from some space, just enough time to compose himself and think of how to actually fix this problem he’s caused.
But it’s storming so bad outside, he can’t help but think, glancing concernedly out their bedroom window. And it’s dark, and Zelos is already being searched for. This is dangerous, just leaving him out there on his own. Should he disregard any need for space to go find him...?
With a harsh, agitated exhale, Lloyd closes the room door and sits back on the edge of the bed, hanging his head and shoving his fingers into his fringe. Ten minutes - maybe fifteen - and then he’ll go looking for Zelos. Until then, he’ll think about the trip, about the argument, what he could have done better.
What Lloyd needs to do better, what he needs to say to fix this and show Zelos he cares for his best interest. To show Zelos that he cares about him.
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The training drops as soon as Zelos turns on his heel, running out of the room, and there’s only one moment of surprise before Lloyd is chasing after him. “Zelos, wait!“ he cries out, reaching out by the doorway only to watch as Zelos continues to run out of his sight. Part of him shouts to follow after the ex-lord, to not leave him alone in his mind like this, as volatile as it seems, but the other part - the more rational part of i him - argues that maybe Zelos needs some space. Maybe Lloyd could benefit from some space, just enough time to compose himself and think of how to actually fix this problem he’s caused.
But it’s storming so bad outside, he can’t help but think, glancing concernedly out their bedroom window. And it’s dark, and Zelos is already being searched for. This is dangerous, just leaving him out there on his own. Should he disregard any need for space to go find him...?
With a harsh, agitated exhale, Lloyd closes the room door and sits back on the edge of the bed, hanging his head and shoving his fingers into his fringe. Ten minutes - maybe fifteen - and then he’ll go looking for Zelos. Until then, he’ll think about the trip, about the argument, what he could have done better.
What Lloyd needs to do better, what he needs to say to fix this and show Zelos he cares for his best interest. To show Zelos that he cares about him.