Blackfeather Woods i'm wide-eyed and it's midnight

Something is wrong. His insides turn to ice as he studies Phillip, eyes big and full of gentle concern. The sudden touch is a small comfort — but it only makes it more clear that the words that follow are a lie. He hadn't enjoyed it. Zephyr swallows hard, feeling cold and exposed, ugly for turning something meant to be warm and loving into a trap set for the one wolf he still feels safe with. I did, but... He swallows again, fighting tears. What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Did — did you not want to do it? I didn't mean to force you, I — He's talking too fast. He stops abruptly, ears folding, and starts again more slowly, voice soft. I'm sorry. Are you okay?