Malos realizes not long after he's initiated the hug that he didn't fucking ask permission first but. Zelos doesn't tense or complain or push him off; in fact he seems to relax into the hug after a moment, which Malos counts as a small victory. Still, better not push his luck. He lets go of Zelos and sends him a small smile.

Then he moves to his pack to get out the Emergency S'mores Rations because, fuck it, yesterday was awful and they're stuck here until Anna and Kratos figure out their shit, anyway. "Yo, Zelos, you mind relighting the fire?" he asks. Then frowns a little. "Actually I guess if you'd rather I get the flint to light it that's fine, too, must be pretty insulting everyone asking you to light shit just 'cuz you're a fire blade, huh?" He laughs, a little.

In the meantime, he makes his way over to the tree Lloyd and Sheena are nestled away in, cupping his hands over his mouth and calling up to them: "Lloyd! Sheena! Get your asses down here, I'm making s'mores!"