For all the jokes he earns about being dumb, Lloyd certainly isn't stupid. He knows when someone is looking for privacy, and he's more than willing to give Zelos and Kratos an opening for it.
(There's a high pang in his heart, some cocktail of fear and hesitance that he's forced to drink in as soon as he remembers that his Zelos had been in communication with his Kratos for ages, pulling the blind over the party's eyes and waiting for the moment where they could pull off the tricks Cruxis demanded. Lloyd shakes his head. It's different this time. Cruxis doesn't exist, this Zelos isn't his own, Kratos is. Well, he doesn't know what to think of this Kratos, he just doesn't.)
Pushing the smile wider, Lloyd chuckles a bit, rubbing at the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. Zelos is correct to not rely on Lloyd for any kind of major fighting right now - even with the rest he's gotten from lazing about, and the healing from Nia earlier, his muscles ache and his body is sore. He's probably slower and would hold Zelos back in a fight. "Yeah, I just. Couldn't sleep. You know how I get," he says simply, dropping his arm to his side. "But uh, you guys get going then. Don't be too long? Be safe."
Lloyd waits until they leave, stuck with an intense amount of restless energy and too many thoughts to sit still for much longer, but he doesn't want to leave the campsite either, and simply pacing won't do the trick.
He looks up, eyes a tall tree that arches over the camp. Climbing a tree, huh? That'll do. Being close to the treetops will provide more light to finish the carving later, anyways. Lloyd will just deal with the repercussions later.
i love these redheads so much
(There's a high pang in his heart, some cocktail of fear and hesitance that he's forced to drink in as soon as he remembers that his Zelos had been in communication with his Kratos for ages, pulling the blind over the party's eyes and waiting for the moment where they could pull off the tricks Cruxis demanded. Lloyd shakes his head. It's different this time. Cruxis doesn't exist, this Zelos isn't his own, Kratos is. Well, he doesn't know what to think of this Kratos, he just doesn't.)
Pushing the smile wider, Lloyd chuckles a bit, rubbing at the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. Zelos is correct to not rely on Lloyd for any kind of major fighting right now - even with the rest he's gotten from lazing about, and the healing from Nia earlier, his muscles ache and his body is sore. He's probably slower and would hold Zelos back in a fight. "Yeah, I just. Couldn't sleep. You know how I get," he says simply, dropping his arm to his side. "But uh, you guys get going then. Don't be too long? Be safe."
Lloyd waits until they leave, stuck with an intense amount of restless energy and too many thoughts to sit still for much longer, but he doesn't want to leave the campsite either, and simply pacing won't do the trick.
He looks up, eyes a tall tree that arches over the camp. Climbing a tree, huh? That'll do. Being close to the treetops will provide more light to finish the carving later, anyways. Lloyd will just deal with the repercussions later.