Disclaimer – Sadly for me, I do not own this.

Part two to Admissions is here. YAY! Now people won't need to feel depressed 'cause Zelos gets Lloydie now.

Anywhere With You

After the… fiasco… in Altamira, Zelos had withdrawn from the others. He firmly implanted his mask of stupid, rich, brattiness and hid himself behind it…

…all to throw it away because of a single conversation that really shouldn't have occurred in the first place

The evening before their latest jaunt to the Tower of Salvation, Lloyd had been freaking out over Kratos being his father. The brunette was very good at holding it inside, but Zelos and the others could see through his attempts to hide the turmoil he was feeling.

Zelos had gone with Presea, Regal, and Raine to escort the doctor to Altessa's house. His thoughts were scattered, his mind so focused on Lloyd that he kept staring off into space.

Raine sent him back to Flanoir immediately with orders to sleep.

He'd intended to comply, but Sheena and Genis were upset in the lobby. Lloyd was refusing to talk with anyone. So Zelos had tried his luck and ended up leading a reluctant brunette out of the Inn's back entrance in order to avoid certain disgruntled parties in the front.

They'd gone up to the highest point of the city, to the outdoor 'balcony' that overlooked the picturesque landscape. All the snow seemed to press in on Zelos and somehow, instead of talking about Lloyd's newfound father, the redhead found himself pouring out the story of his mother's death.

"What's wrong, Zelos?"

"I just can't stand the snow, is all."

"Oh, really? I don't think that's it. I've never seen you look this uncomfortable since… well… never mind."

"Since Altamira, you mean." There was a long, preternatural silence. "Its not that I don't like you that way, Lloyd. 'Cause I do."

"Then why did you say no?"

"It's complicated." Zelos shrugged and sat down on the ground, leaning against the cold banister.

"So why do you hate the snow?" It was a peace offering of sorts.

"Well, once upon a time, I didn't. My mom hated the rest of the year and would mope around all the time, but in the winter, she came alive. She'd drag me outside and build snowmen and snowforts with me. I would imagine that she did that because she loved me.

"Then, the first year that I hated winter came and she was overseeing my first snowman of the year. I don't remember exactly what happened. One moment pale, white ice crystals were falling and another came to replace the white with pink and red. I turned to her as she fell and she grabbed my arm. Her last words were 'you should never have been born.'"

"I… that's terrible…"

"Not much to say to a story like that, huh?" Zelos made a dismissive gesture. "That's all right. I didn't really expect much of a reaction."

"You are supposed to be here, Zelos."

"I dunno. Sometimes I think the world would be better off if everything just disappeared."

"No!" Lloyd dropped to his knees and grabbed Zelos' hands, pulling the older man up so that they were nearly eye level with one another. "Then I'd never have met you."

"That wouldn't matter if we never were," he answered brokenly. "Besides, the world is so full of hate and anger, everyone is miserable, and no one seems to care."

"I care, and so do you. It wouldn't upset you so much if you didn't."

"Lloyd… thank you," he whispered, tensing for a moment as the teen pulled him into a hug. Zelos relaxed in Lloyd's arms, though, his heart racing in his chest and beating a sharp staccato that he was certain Lloyd could hear.

The younger man guided them back the way they'd came and pulled Zelos into bed, the twin-swordsman's arms holding him tightly.

Sitting alone in Heimdall, the events of the night before seemed so far away. Just lying there in Lloyd's arms had been heaven. His betrayal, still lingering in the minds of his friends, had made the morning and afternoon pure hell, though.

It had also landed him the coldest, draftiest room in the Inn thanks to Raine, who was once again in charge of assigning rooms. Apparently the Innkeeper was her Aunt, which made the establishment the only one in the village that let her and her sibling inside.

There were eight rooms and eight travelers; it would've been providence had Zelos not been freezing while wrapped in at least five heavy blankets.

"Ugh, it's so cold in here," Lloyd's voice startled Zelos, who fell off the bed in surprise.

"W-what are you doing in here Lloyd?" Zelos mentally thwacked himself over the head twice: once for his oh-so-graceful descent to the ground and again for his sudden stammer.

Lloyd gave Zelos a hand up, a smile lighting up the Sylvarantian's face. "I came here to talk to you, but now I think I should save you from freezing, first."

"That would be greatly appreciated," Zelos gathered his blankets and followed Lloyd to his room. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, what happened today might be a good start," Lloyd responded nervously.

"Oh, that…" Zelos settled into a cocoon on the bed. "We don't need to talk about that, do we? I mean… I'm good at conveniently forgetting things like that."

"That isn't something to brag about," was the dry response. Lloyd stared at the redhead a moment, as if searching for something, and then sat down beside Zelos on the bed. "All I really wanted to talk about was how, in the final trap I encountered, you saved me too."

"What? I wasn't even there."

"Yeah, you were." Lloyd pulled out a deep green Cruxis Crystal with a small dent in it. "You weren't there physically, but this saved me and I can feel you through this. That is why I still felt as though I could trust you."

There was a long silence and then Zelos kissed Lloyd lightly. Then, he sat back and whispered, "I don't deserve you, ya know."

"I say you do," Lloyd declared, cuddling into the cocoon with Zelos. "After the world's been regenerated, I'm going to go on a journey to collect Exspheres and I want you to come with me. Will you?"

Smiling sleepily, Zelos snuggled against Lloyd's shoulder as he replied. "Lloyd, I'll go anywhere so long as I'm with you."

A/N Okay, so the first one was depressing and this one is uber-fluffy. I feel a bit like a seesaw…

Oh well. I'm dedicating this second part to my first reviewer for Admissions, Meowzy-chan, who inspired me to write part two almost right away.

Now I must return to studying for midterms.