Something stirred Zephyr. He moved his head slightly, slowly realising it wasn't just a passing itch but that there in fact was someone behind him, cuddling up against him. Blinking owlishly, trying to rid himself of the sleepiness, he turned a bit in order to see who was comforting him.
When he met Zeke's eyes, he turned around fully and moved closer to the other man, burying his face in Zeke's shirt. He didn't want to cry anymore, but the tears wanted out. At least he didn't sob now. "I'm sorry..." he repeated, muffled against Zeke's chest. Moving the plush kitten out from between the two of them, he sought whatever comfort he could find in being close to the other. And it was usually quite a lot.