Suddenly overcome by a great desire to sit down on the floor, cover his ears and hum loudly, Zeph pushed this to the back of his mind and tried to think of a way to defend himself that wouldn't sound quite as lame as what he'd already tried. It was with a growl he realised that he wasn't really in any suck position.
But he wasn't ready to admit that yet. "I obviously didn't. Did you get the impression things have been going according to plan, here? Because I can let you in on one thing, Spencer - it hasn't."
"Of course I didn't want to hurt him!" He spread his arm in a gesture of confusion. "I fucking love him, why would I want to hurt him?" Whether or not he intended to, the word 'love' had snuck into the sentence, and Zephyr wasn't quite comfortable with that.