He didn't know. Which meant Zephyr would have to be honest with him and let me know. He couldn't have chosen a better planned time to start telling the truth? Most likely, and yet... yet this in some twisted way was probably the most ideal time he'd ever get.
Walking all the way down, he came to stand face to face with Zeke, looking at his feet to try and find a good place to start. Realising he'd never been good at this kind of thing, he looked up at his friend, unable to quite hide the guilt and anxiousness that was written on his face.
"I know..." he tentatively began, "but I... sorta felt I should try and change a little." Good start? "You know I've been in the tabloids a bit... well, a lot lately. Well, it happened again."
He couldn't do this. Yes he could. No. Yes. Better say it all before Zeke interrupted and posed questions. "I wasn't planning anything, but I went to a club and I met... this girl and her friend. And they... I took them home, and you know..." Because he was pretty sure Zeke knew what that meant. And from there, it was a run-on sentence. "And we were caught on picture, and I just wanted to tell you that I know I fucked up and even though you might not want to, I'd try and change, for you, because I love you and I've been a dickhead and I guess I'm hoping you won't reject me even though I deserve it."