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

Phillip's response is all over the place, confusing, and a deep sense of dread is starting to grow in the pit of Zephyr's stomach. As if something terrible is looming over them, waiting to sink barbed fangs in. He leans in to smooth his tongue over Phillip's ears, gentle and soothing, before he responds. Why are you scared? Can I help? He's trying his best to be calm, for the other boy's sake, but it's hard. He can't help feeling like he did something horrible to him. I'd do anything for you. He adds after a moment, anxious, and he means it. Anything to make things feel the way they're meant to, to put a smile on the dark boy's face. If it means they can never be close this way again, then that's okay. Phillip's happiness is far more important to him.