Swiftcurrent Creek burning a kite; i'm at a funeral, nothing unusual

There it is again — that spark of attraction, the bright flash of desire that had lured him into this boy's orbit in the beginning. His eyes are beautiful; so like Alessia's in a way he would have hated before, yet now he finds it comforting. He lets the silence stretch for a few moments, finding more meaning in that than words.
But eventually, he finds a reason to break it. My name is Zephyr, He introduces himself, doing his best to ignore the presence of the corpse. It nags at him anyway.