[How about they all just lay around for a second. Zelos thinks that's a good idea. especially since he's simultaneously trying to breathe and not lose his lunch right now.

Urgh... But... They seem okay. He thinks. That's what's important.]

G...good job.

[He means that. Genuinely. Haphazardly he'll pat whichever part of both of them he can reach. ...Like they're dogs, but look ATTEMPTS BEING MADE.]

...And get the hell off. This...isn't a resort...!