Big Salmon Lake wake up, sleepyhead, it's happening without you

It's almost worse when Firestorm looks at him again. And then he's snapping, and Zephyr's vision is blurring, and it all clicks the moment the word reeked cuts into the air. The remnants of his guilt and shame wash over him immediately, along with a fresh wave for good measure. And of course, the self-hatred. His chest constricts, and suddenly he isn't sure what he's saying anymore.
I'm sorry, I didn't know, I didn't mean to — He sucks in a breath too sharply, leaving him lightheaded in an instant. He tries to speak again, but he can't — and he finds he doesn't have the words anyway.