Zeke banged his head against the couch quietly. There it fucking is. Using his emotions against him. He really wanted to kill something. Only he wasn't ordinarily violent and he'd probably regret it. Breaking something would be good though. He thought about chucking the phone across the room and watching it smash into the wall. Then stomping on it repeatedly.
"What the fuck do you want Zephyr?" Zeke asked, aloof tone at a disconnect with his emotional state. That was known to happen.