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Truthfully, neither father nor uncle really suited Pan and Peregrine found himself trying to come up with an appropriate title. Before he could delve too far into thought, the Delta posed another question, this one quite different from the first. He weighed his lover's question in his mind, trying to figure out if he could sympathize. But he found he couldn't even concentrate on himself (for once); instead, he couldn't help but wonder what prompted Pan to ask in the first place.

Gently shaking his head to dismiss Pan's own dismissal and apology, Peregrine said, "I'm not sure." What are you trying to tell me? "Why do you ask? Have you?" He didn't want to put his lover on the spot but he sensed that Pan had secrets. Everyone did, though more than once the Alpha had felt like Pan was hiding something. He couldn't guess what. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I like listening to your 'rambling.'"