"I'm okay," Lloyd answers without a moment of hesitation, gently running a thumb against the curve of Zelos' cheek. Poor thing is freezing. "It's only rain and I'm not made of paper. I just feel better knowing that you're alright, honestly."

Part of Lloyd realizes that he's been holding Zelos so tenderly for way longer than is necessary or even appropriate given everything that has just happened, and even though his training tells him to let go and step back, create some sort of distance and clear out the vulnerability in the touches, he stops himself, glancing down at Zelos' hands locked tightly around his wrists. Maybe Zelos needs this more than he needs space. Maybe Lloyd should admit how badly he needs this.

So instead of stepping back, Lloyd pulls his hands down from Zelos' face and instead wraps his arms around the ex-lord, pulling him into a close hug. "I just want you to be alright," he mumbles, not sure if he'll be heard over the rain, but wanting it out there anyways. "It's the least I could do for you."