Zephyr hadn't done much besides playing the piano since Zeke left, and you could only do that to a point. That point had been reached and breached quite quickly, and he'd taken to kicking stuff around, throwing things on the floor and acting over all like a five-year-old. Because he couldn't fucking handle this.
Also in the fashion of a five-year-old, he'd eventually kicked and raged himself to sleep on the sofa, despite having gotten out of bed only a few hours ago. Curled up with his face covered by one of the couch pillows, he started violently at Spencer's entrance, actually falling off and down on the floor.
Wide-eyed he got to his knees, staring at his apparently enraged bandmate. "What the hell are you on about?" he snapped, not liking the fact that he'd been so badly surprised, or indeed that Spencer, too, seemed to be pissed with him.