Breathing out a quiet, "no problem," Lloyd fights the way the quiet makes him anxious. Mindlessly, he begins bouncing his leg, unused to being with this Kratos at all, let alone by themselves. He grips his carving tools again, begins whittling down the thick base of the wooden blocks where the blade will be carved, and tries to ignore the way the silence wraps around the both of them, less awkward and more hesitant, tense. It's annoyingly present, and it's setting Lloyd more on edge than he'd like to be.

He needs to break this silence or he will go mad.

"I, uh. I'm from an alternate dimension," Lloyd says, desperate for some sort of subject change that doesn't revolve around any of the horrors of the day. "In case you were wondering. Malos and Anna didn't know how I was here when the Lloyd in this world is only eight."

There's a moment where Lloyd wonders what happened that made this Kratos leave his Lloyd - was it like Anna, where she made the choice to? But why weren't Anna and Kratos together to begin with? Nothing seems to much match up, and it's not Lloyd's business to know, but his heart goes out to this world's reflection of him. Even with Dirk being the fucking best dad he could have asked for, knowing you were left behind by your parents is always tough. At least he had the closure of knowing his mom didn't have a choice in leaving him…

(Don't think about your Kratos.)

Lloyd sighs quietly again, and puts down a whittling tool in favor of a sheet of sandpaper, rubbing it down the side of the block, smoothing out some rough edges. "Also explains how I was in Meltokio when this world's me is in Iselia," he mutters, the same sort of depressive weight hanging on his shoulders as it always is when he thinks about his parents. He shakes his head, forces another small smile onto his face, and finally looks back up at Kratos. "Nice to meet you. Sad it wasn't under better circumstances, though."