"Me," Zephyr says, low and bitter before he can stop himself -- X has this way about him, something coaxing and easy to talk to. Zephyr shouldn't even be slowing down.

The problem is, of course, that if he talks about this it's not something that can be unsaid, and it's always something that will be between them. If he runs for the hills, until this subsides -- if it subsides -- then at least there's a decent chance of X remembering him fondly.

Zephyr shifts his weight, takes a few steps to the left to make it look like he's going to lunge that way.