"W- well," Malos splutters, blushing faintly (the purple glows a little brighter thanks to the cloud cover), because fuck that was a really dumb question, wasn't it, why did you open your mouth, Malos. "I dunno just curious I guess," he says in a rush, then coughs into his hand, then clears his throat.

"Anyway," he says, arms crossed over his chest again. He sends a look at Zelos, curious but trying not to look like he's curious, or staring, or anything. "How've you been doing, Zelos? I know traveling on the run while also being on a rescue mission ain't exactly the most glorious way to be living, but, like-- you enjoying yourself?"