Lloyd's eyes widen as Zelos sneezes, immediate realization and concern flashing into his mind and temporarily overpowering any other intense emotion he could feel. It's raining, it's cold, and Zelos has been out in this storm for too long - he needs to be brought back to the inn, where it's warm, and regain his body heat before a cold takes him first.
"C'mon, let's go back," Lloyd says, gently taking hold of Zelos' hand and tugging him forward. "You'll catch your death out here if you stay out any longer."
The walk back to the inn is silent, mostly, made more pronounced by the sound of the storm. thunder rumbling in the distance, but otherwise interrupted by sneezing and sniffling on Zelos' end. Lloyd bites at his lip as he leads them back, eventually just pulling Zelos close to him, trying to share whatever warmth he has left until they can get back inside.
Once they do, Lloyd opens their room's door and rushes Zelos inside, grabbing the ex-lord's pack for him and then bringing it over to him. "Get some dry clothes and wait in the bathroom, I'll ask the innkeep for towels and more blankets," he instructs with a comforting smile, turning around and leaving the room again to search for their host.
Thankfully, finding the innkeep and getting what he needs doesn't take very long, and the heat of the inn helps Lloyd ignore the fact that he's still in his wet clothes, but he can feel cold discomfort creep in on him, so he increases his pace, returning to their room and closing the door behind him. The bathroom door is open a crack, so he sticks his hand in, holding out a new towel for Zelos. "Here. Dry your hair, too, remember."
That door now closed, Lloyd tosses the blankets onto the bed and grabs a towel for himself, stripping down and drying himself off, putting on his dry bedclothes quickly and with relief. He's not one to be cold often, but it's still not a fun feeling. He spreads his wet clothes out on the floor out of a lack of a better place to dry them, and then sits on the bed, twisting the towel around his head so he can try and dry his hair out best he can. Zelos exits the bathroom only moments later, dry and changed, and follows Lloyd's lead, spreading his clothes out.
They spend a few minutes in silence as they prepare for bed, and once Lloyd finds that his hair is dry enough, he sets the towel down, spreading the spare blankets over the bed, and tucking himself in. Zelos lays down too, tugging the blankets over them both, and there's a beat of hesitation on Lloyd's end, not exactly sure of where to go from here or where their boundaries lie. But Zelos trembles, sniffling, and the hesitation is pushed out of the way by concern, once again. Lloyd reaches out, wraps his arms around Zelos, and pulls him towards him, sharing his warmth again.
"Goodnight, Zelos," Lloyd says, closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep before he begins to second guess himself.
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"C'mon, let's go back," Lloyd says, gently taking hold of Zelos' hand and tugging him forward. "You'll catch your death out here if you stay out any longer."
The walk back to the inn is silent, mostly, made more pronounced by the sound of the storm. thunder rumbling in the distance, but otherwise interrupted by sneezing and sniffling on Zelos' end. Lloyd bites at his lip as he leads them back, eventually just pulling Zelos close to him, trying to share whatever warmth he has left until they can get back inside.
Once they do, Lloyd opens their room's door and rushes Zelos inside, grabbing the ex-lord's pack for him and then bringing it over to him. "Get some dry clothes and wait in the bathroom, I'll ask the innkeep for towels and more blankets," he instructs with a comforting smile, turning around and leaving the room again to search for their host.
Thankfully, finding the innkeep and getting what he needs doesn't take very long, and the heat of the inn helps Lloyd ignore the fact that he's still in his wet clothes, but he can feel cold discomfort creep in on him, so he increases his pace, returning to their room and closing the door behind him. The bathroom door is open a crack, so he sticks his hand in, holding out a new towel for Zelos. "Here. Dry your hair, too, remember."
That door now closed, Lloyd tosses the blankets onto the bed and grabs a towel for himself, stripping down and drying himself off, putting on his dry bedclothes quickly and with relief. He's not one to be cold often, but it's still not a fun feeling. He spreads his wet clothes out on the floor out of a lack of a better place to dry them, and then sits on the bed, twisting the towel around his head so he can try and dry his hair out best he can. Zelos exits the bathroom only moments later, dry and changed, and follows Lloyd's lead, spreading his clothes out.
They spend a few minutes in silence as they prepare for bed, and once Lloyd finds that his hair is dry enough, he sets the towel down, spreading the spare blankets over the bed, and tucking himself in. Zelos lays down too, tugging the blankets over them both, and there's a beat of hesitation on Lloyd's end, not exactly sure of where to go from here or where their boundaries lie. But Zelos trembles, sniffling, and the hesitation is pushed out of the way by concern, once again. Lloyd reaches out, wraps his arms around Zelos, and pulls him towards him, sharing his warmth again.
"Goodnight, Zelos," Lloyd says, closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep before he begins to second guess himself.