[Good. He hoped Zelos pissed himself. It would serve him right for trespassing and…what was he putting in his shirt? Why was he climbing up right here? And… Oh no.

Fuck everything.

As much as he hated Zelos, he did not want him to split his head open on the pavement. He opened his arms and grabbed him in what could have been an admirable save, if he did not immediately drop him on his ass when he was low enough to the ground.]

What the fuck is wrong with you?! [It was round two for yelling at Zelos. He pointed at his shirt.] What is this, what'd you do!?