[That's that, then. No added questions, no prying concerns. That's how he would have it anyway. Accepting the silence growing between them, he looks out from the camp, weariness weighing on him and eventually bringing him down. Or at least, his eyelids.
It takes at least forty minutes, but he ends up leaning against Zelos' shoulder, fast asleep.]
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It takes at least forty minutes, but he ends up leaning against Zelos' shoulder, fast asleep.]