A/N: A very short piece of 50 words. Critique is greatly encouraged.
It'd gone on for awhile. Every night, Lloyd stirred into wakefulness and quietly watched him, a single question resting on his lips.
He always began hesitantly, "Hey, Zelos?"
"Yea?"
He always sought permission, "Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
He always wore that smile, "You still hate red, right?"