Redhawk Caldera We're meeting arms to arms

It didn't really surprise him when Pantaleimon didn't seem familiar with the slang term, though he guessed at its meaning well enough. Before Peregrine could further clarify, his companion answered his question with a few succinct words that got the point across. His smile faded, his jaw clenched. He looked straight ahead for a long moment, feeling slightly ill. His stomach only turned more when he realized that Junior had followed that society's teachings for a little while. Was that part of what had made her a poisonous, would-be baby killer in the end?

It took him a few minutes to swallow the lump in his throat. He didn't want to upset Pan by getting angry about the male's past. "Being twitterpated," he belatedly explained, "isn't only about the physical acts of baby-making. It's about falling in love. Have you ever felt that way? I know it's a personal question," he conceded, "so don't answer if you don't want." But he hoped Pan would because that's why they were here: to get to know one another better.