Blackfeather Woods I'm starting to notice a sound

He let loose a strained exhale, wanting to feel annoyed at all of it, wanting to redirect his anger somewhere. Why would Zephyr, or anyone do this to themselves? Who had hurt Zephyr and where were they now? Why had Zephyr pretended like he wanted nothing to do with him anymore and now was having a psychotic fit and needing help from him? What was he supposed to do?
Zephyr spoke nonsense, but his gaze had changed. Taikon frowned. Deep, hard lines formed in his expression that were tougher than sadness or even anger. There was real hurt there. He didn't know what it all meant. It probably didn't mean anything, but he nevertheless felt a heat within him, begging to break out. He wanted to scream at Zephyr and hold him close at the same time. As it was, he kept three feet glued firmly to the ground. The fourth, he kept raised as though he was about to leave.
Taikon swallowed. The saliva was thick. It tasted sweet, the way it did when he was about to throw up. I'm okay, I'm not burning, he said, though it was unclear whether he was trying to convince the psychotic boy or himself.