Emberwood swerve to the side, been driving all night

Hearing Taikon say his name sends another small flutter through him, though he tries to ignore it. There's definitely something between them, he thinks idly, struggling to hold on to the thought for a moment before it slips away. Taikon's next words pull his attention away, and he remembers he still has more to focus on today. He can't give up on thinking entirely yet. I'll talk to her, He promises without hesitation. Alone. If she really doesn't want me around, then — I'll find my own way home. His own voice sounds faraway to him, as if in a dream. It's a miracle he's even coherent, really. He doesn't feel it — but somehow, he is.