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I wanted a friend.
And it gutted him. The way his mother used to find ways under his armour. He knew it well. But Zephyr felt different, and they were so close, and all Taikon could do was breathe in and out and try to make sense of this fucking madness.
Taikon leaned against Zephyr then, for he felt the warmth. The initial touch felt unnatural, and he almost moved backward. But he didn't. He sat there, feeling strange. The motion felt almost sexual, since he remembered what had happened before. It excited him in a strange and annoying way.
You have a friend, he said slowly. I want to come with you. But Takiyok will not be okay with any of it. She will be afraid I'll die, or she just won't want to be alone, he answered, fully revealing himself. He loved Takiyok. He wanted Takiyok to be happy and fulfilled. Maybe, if he explained, Zephyr would figure out how to make it work. How to make the impossible work.