Blackfeather Woods sleep is a welcome gadget in our headbondhood

For a moment, Taikon remembered Lunaria. He remembered her holding him and him her, feeling away from the world for just a blip in time, and all of it without guilt or underlying feelings of sexuality. She may as well have been a younger sister to him, bright-eyed and ready to take on the world with him but away from him. Things had never been complicated with her. He'd loved her in a very different way than Takiyok, and he'd never really gotten to tell her so, even though he knew that she knew it anyway.
That she was almost certainly dead was something he hadn't talked about since venturing to Firefly Glen with Takiyok. They had gone there, seen the damage, and come back. He didn't talk about her. He didn't describe her. Doing so would make it final.
Zephyr was different. Taikon thought that the electricity and awkward tension would have left them given the time, but it was still there. It made their embrace feel raw, and not the good kind. The kind where you have a sore and rub it against something rough by accident. He felt almost like wincing.
But Taikon was not willing to give up. So, he rested his head around Zephyr, holding him there gently before pulling away when the natural length of such an embrace was at its max. There's a solution here. It will be okay, he said, even though he didn't know what that solution was. It seemed like Rowan should go with him, but Zephyr had already decided that couldn't happen.
He was not looking forward to talking to Takiyok.