Emberwood swerve to the side, been driving all night

They're too close — not in an uncomfortable way, but in a way that muddles his thoughts more than he'd like, loosens his tenuous grasp on lucidity. Lightning heat jolts through his head, a sharp pain not unlike what he'd felt yesterday before he —
Ugh.
He can't think about that. Suddenly he can't think anything more than repeats of what he has already voiced, endless duplicates of words still floating in the air around him. His thoughts echo slowly, a coin flipping end over end in the dark, until he registers the introduction. Taikon. It doesn't sound like a name at first, or even a word — it sounds like gibberish. Taikon, He repeats, gaze finding the male again to study him without truly seeing. That's his name, stupid, he tells himself, and then realizes he ought to give his own. I'm Zephyr.