Malos squeezes Lloyd tight-- maybe a little too tight-- wrapping his arms around the boy and tucking Lloyd's head under his chin. Lloyd fits into his arms almost like Anna does. Lloyd's warmth and the tangible promise that Malos isn't alone do wonders at grounding him.
"My own damn fault," he mumbles, in response to Lloyd's apology. "Shouldn't've gone prying."
He exhales, soft, into Lloyd's hair.
"I'm sorry..." he begins, but isn't sure how to follow it up. Sorry your mom's dead? Sorry you never got to know her? He means those sincerely, but the thought of saying them just makes him kind of feel like an ass. More and more about this Lloyd and the scars on his heart are becoming more apparent to Malos (though this is still, only, scratching the surface, not that Malos is aware), and it breaks his heart, sorrow deep in his soul as he confronts the sadness of a boy who never really got to know his mother--
(He thinks of his own Lloyd, little and alone-- Dirk promised to take care of him, but is that really the same?
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Date: 2019-03-14 05:54 pm (UTC)"My own damn fault," he mumbles, in response to Lloyd's apology. "Shouldn't've gone prying."
He exhales, soft, into Lloyd's hair.
"I'm sorry..." he begins, but isn't sure how to follow it up. Sorry your mom's dead? Sorry you never got to know her? He means those sincerely, but the thought of saying them just makes him kind of feel like an ass. More and more about this Lloyd and the scars on his heart are becoming more apparent to Malos (though this is still, only, scratching the surface, not that Malos is aware), and it breaks his heart, sorrow deep in his soul as he confronts the sadness of a boy who never really got to know his mother--
(He thinks of his own Lloyd, little and alone-- Dirk promised to take care of him, but is that really the same?
He's pretty sure it isn't.)
Malos squeezes Lloyd tighter.
"Sorry," he says again.
It's all he knows how to say.