Zelos chuckles at Malos' outburst, flapping his hand about to dismiss the tense atmosphere in the air, stepping up into the room right behind the blade. "Oh, yeah. We all had one hell of a day yesterday, right? Particularly him, from the looks of it," he says, directing himself to the couch he'd slept in and settling himself in it once again. He tucks his arms behind his head. "I mean, I think I even heard him cry. So give him, like, an hour or so to calm down. I'm sure he'll be back." He pauses, hums. Snorts. "And if he's not, then we can always meet him halfway, right?"

He's grinning like this is all a joke, like it's amusing, like he's not freaked out of his mind about everything and anything and the way that it all just keeps happening with no fucking end in sight. Architect, this has been the strangest day of his new life, and the fact that it's the very first one feels like a bad omen of what's to come. What the hell did Zelos get himself into? What did Sheena get him into?

This is already shaping up to be the worst roadtrip ever.