Zephyr's head dropped, like a dog's when scolded. Of course. He hadn't expected complete and utter forgiveness and understanding, but... He'd been honest, right? That must count for something?
Taking a step back, he pushed his hands into the pouch of his hoodie, biting his lip as he thought of anything he could possibly reply. He hated the feeling of helplessness he was currently falling into, he hated being at the mercy of someone else, especially someone who meant such a lot to him.
"I don't know, I..." But he shook his head. "Of course I am. About loving you," he added after a second, not wanting to sound like he was arguing, because frankly? That's the last thing he wanted to fuel right now.