Sunbeam Lair baby, i do what i like

He sighs softly, regretting the outburst. It's unlikely to get him anywhere, if Daighre's expression is anything to go by. Which leaves him back at square one. Another sigh, and he speaks. I just want to... be friends, His voice is low, soft. Tell me what I have to do for that, and I'll do it. Every time he thinks he's found the last possible door to such an outcome, it closes in his face, and he finds another. Maybe there are a million ways he could try this; maybe if he tries enough, he'll find the right one, and he'll finally get the outcome he wants. The most fucked up part of it all is that Zephyr has gone through this entire interaction with no attachment aside from passing boredom and a desire for physical company. It's all the excuse he needs, really.