It was clear that things had not gone how Peregrine had wanted them to go. In this, Crete felt bad for his inability to trust, and hated how Tyrannus' actions were tearing them apart. At the end of the day, it didn't really have anything to do with Peregrine specifically, it had to do with Tyrannus. His abuse of power, and the exhiling of his male relatives. The cool older brother had vanished nearly overnight and in his place had became a monster. Was Crete supposed to trust that the same thing wouldn't happen here? Peregrine wasn't Tyrannus, true, but there was a weariness in Crete's bones -- not aided by the fact that he generally disliked and thought ill of Peregrine's new mate -- that he could not simply ignore. Crete felt Atticus's forehead press against his neck before Atticus' left as Peregrine shouted at his back.
Peregrine looked at Crete then, his eyes shimmering and Crete felt like someone had stabbed him with a knife in a recently stitched up wound, knocking the breath out of him as it tore at the fresh stitches. The mute drew in a breath, soft and shallow before he padded from the spot he's been frozen to, towards Peregrine to run his tongue over his brothers forehead and left ear. Just because Crete was working through how he felt about everything and his future in this pack -- if indeed there was one -- didn't mean he loved Peregrine any less. He would die for any one of them, even Tyrannus; because that was how family worked. Hating an loving at the same time, and more importantly, forgiveness. He pulled back slightly before he lowered himself to a sphinx like position in front of Peregrine, wanting him to know he wasn't alone. Crete didn't have to agree to love his brother - that was the beauty of family.