Mithos blinks, considering first the note Lloyd handed him, then Lloyd himself. Chest heavy, slowly he smiles, pained but understanding. "Yeah, I get it," he says, quiet. He hands the paper back to Lloyd. "Kratos gets like that too."

Kratos is currently like that, actually. Damn. Whatever Lloyd feels about Zelos' pseudo-death must be... pretty awful, if it's made him nonverbal. Mithos sighs, long and slow. He's... pretty sure he's no further help here, though, and he checked on Zelos, which is all he came here for.

"I'm gonna go, then," Mithos says. He smiles at Lloyd, then at Sheena. A part of him wonders if Lloyd would appreciate a hug or a kiss on the head but that always helped Martel and never Kratos, and Mithos should err towards the Kratos side of Dealing With This, shouldn't he? Plus doing something like that would be... weird, he thinks, with Lloyd. As far as drivers go, Lloyd isn't bad at all, and Mithos wants nothing more than to see Lloyd recover. Physical affection is just... not something Mithos feels comfortable doing right now, and it's probably a bad idea, anyway. So. "If you need anything-- either of you. Just let me know, okay?" Mithos waves, gently, then heads out.