Of course Lloyd catches the calculating look. The fact that this Zelos is not the one he knew is irrelevant in this situation because he knows his face, knows the quirk of his eyebrow and the mask he slid in place over his own analyzing edge. And yeah, it fucking hurts, but Lloyd swallows down the pain and takes it because this is the least he deserves, really.

(Zelos' blood is warm, but Lloyd has never felt colder than he does as it seeps into his clothes, Zelos going limp in his lap.)

The smile wobbles at Zelos' prodding jokes because now that he knows Zelos knows he's full of shit it's significantly harder to play pretend, but Lloyd keeps it up, pulling his hand out of Zelos' own and placing it into his pocket with a laugh, something quiet and tired. "Yeah, it was a helluva day," he agrees with a nod.

It was probably the single weirdest day Lloyd's had in his life, for one, but then finding Sheena, meeting Anna and Malos, trying to cope with the knowledge that this world's Zelos is still alive - it was so much to try and deal with at once. But.

Lloyd wants to say more, wants to excuse himself for not introducing himself sooner past I couldn't face you yet but the words aren't coming and Zelos can already tell he's fucking lying about wanting to be here like this, so instead he's left staring at the floor, avoiding eye contact with either Zelos or Sheena.

This fucking sucks.