"Then you're probably stuck as both good company and good scenery," Zephyr says easily. They could banter like this, couldn't they?

...well, Zephyr might have to actually face whatever his emotions are doing, now that Kit's calling him on it. He sighs, shoves a hand back through his hair, and thinks about it. Really thinks about it, mortal Kit and his clever fingers and quick smile and the way he has of taking Zephyr for everything he's got.

"Don't think there's any way to be with that, but on the spot," Zephyr says casually, waving the apology off. "No, it's-- I'm kind of a mess, buddy, I don't know what I'm doing here." Pause. Shit, that came out wrong. "I mean-- you're good people. That's not the thing." Why does anyone let him talk? Right, no one's here to hit him over the head when he's gone too far.