"There's been plenty of opportunities," Zeph snorted. "And you don't wear eyeliner, you wear a whole fucking make-up store on you face." He sat up in the sofa, elbows steadied on his thighs. "You want a serious conversation? Well, fucking have it then." Two seconds' pause, a shaky breath. "You know why, when I say 'I love you', I never mean it all the way? Because I've used it as an empty phrase so many times. I've worn it out, Zeke." He went quiet at the confession, as he worded what he'd thought so many times before. "I've worn it out..."