Sheena's concern rings clear in Lloyd's tired mind, sweet in thought and grounding in presence. He shoots her a grateful smile, shrugging a little and then glancing back at Zelos, sleeping peacefully. Truthfully, Lloyd realizes he should probably talk about this, given the way he just entirely lambasted Kratos for being justifiably violent, but. As it stands, the guilt sinking its teeth into his conscious is outweighed by his exhaustion and his desire to end this terrible fucking day.
However, Lloyd isn't stupid. He's aware that if he actually goes to sleep tonight, he's gonna shoot up awake after a session of bad dreams. After the horrors and revelations and pain, the fact that he's almost lost his mom and Zelos and Malos all in the same day bouncing through his mind, Lloyd's betting that he's too emotionally distressed to actually sleep well. Bitterly, he wonders about what flavor nightmare he would get tonight - Zelos dying? Mithos dying? Or maybe he'll get one of his rarer Colette-centered nightmares. Who fucking knows. All Lloyd knows is that he's not sleeping tonight.
Still haven't answered the question, Lloyd.
"Ah, no, I'm okay on talking for now," Lloyd says, running his hand through his bangs. He could really use a haircut. "Not tonight, at least. We're both tired." And then he hesitates, because he hates lying to Sheena everytime he does, "I'm gonna go to sleep as soon as the camp is set up. Which… we should get started on, I guess. Seeing that we're the only two here to do it, anyways.
Another grin gets pushed to his face, and he ignores the lingering soreness as he walks towards the packs left behind by the group in favor of immediate healing. "C'mon. We gotta be responsible for once. How boring!"
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However, Lloyd isn't stupid. He's aware that if he actually goes to sleep tonight, he's gonna shoot up awake after a session of bad dreams. After the horrors and revelations and pain, the fact that he's almost lost his mom and Zelos and Malos all in the same day bouncing through his mind, Lloyd's betting that he's too emotionally distressed to actually sleep well. Bitterly, he wonders about what flavor nightmare he would get tonight - Zelos dying? Mithos dying? Or maybe he'll get one of his rarer Colette-centered nightmares. Who fucking knows. All Lloyd knows is that he's not sleeping tonight.
Still haven't answered the question, Lloyd.
"Ah, no, I'm okay on talking for now," Lloyd says, running his hand through his bangs. He could really use a haircut. "Not tonight, at least. We're both tired." And then he hesitates, because he hates lying to Sheena everytime he does, "I'm gonna go to sleep as soon as the camp is set up. Which… we should get started on, I guess. Seeing that we're the only two here to do it, anyways.
Another grin gets pushed to his face, and he ignores the lingering soreness as he walks towards the packs left behind by the group in favor of immediate healing. "C'mon. We gotta be responsible for once. How boring!"