The Sunspire i don't see red 'cause

The aftermath is a peachy haze, rose-tinted glass frosted over and separating him from the world. Taikon's laugh reaches him distantly, bringing a soft smile to his features, ears fluttering back briefly in acknowledgement. When he feels the touch at his side again, Taikon's shoulder against him, he turns to bury his face into the man's fur for a moment. He wishes they could stay like this forever — but he knows they can't.
I've never felt like this with anyone before — this... connection, He says when he finally pulls away, feeling the familiar prickle of discomfort that comes with verbalizing his emotions. It makes him want to shut the conversation down, tell Taikon to forget he'd said anything. For all the ease Zephyr had felt earlier, emotions are a completely different territory — one he only truly feels comfortable traversing with @Phillip. Still, he tries. I... And fails. Shit.
Suddenly something occurs to him — a little belatedly, perhaps. He'd never corrected Taikon about his gender. He swallows, tensing with sudden nerves, and steps away slightly to meet golden eyes. There's something I need to tell you — I'm used to everyone around me knowing. I forgot. I'm... not a woman. I know I look and smell like one, but — maybe I was born wrong, or something happened to me. I don't know. I know I'm a guy, though. And he's kicking himself for not revealing it sooner — not for any reasons like Taikon's possible sexuality. Zephyr hasn't yet encountered the concept, and instead he only worries that the man will not accept him, that Taikon will insist he's a woman, and it will hurt much more now than it would have when he was a stranger.