Blackfeather Woods sleep is a welcome gadget in our headbondhood

He feels something come loose in him, then; some tightly-wound desire for support, for companionship. There is no snap, no great undoing, nothing dramatic in the way he wants it to be. It simply falls apart; a drop in a pond, a simple realization. Oh.
He should never have reached out. He shouldn't have tried to connect with Taikon again. A breath escapes him, anguished and deflating. I didn't want protection. I can protect myself. I wanted a friend, He wants to leave, then, but he can't make himself do it. Taikon is lingering near again, and instinctively Zephyr finds himself leaning closer, wanting his touch more than anything.

If he knew all of the thoughts running through Taikon's mind just then, he would already be gone.