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He waited patiently as Pan began to speak, beginning with a reference to his upbringing among the sirens. Peregrine frowned slightly. Pan's childhood must have been very rough; he had been brought up to believe he was inferior to females, after all. It pained the Alpha, hearing that young Pan had just wanted to be like them. He understood why Pan had wanted to be like his sisters, for they were treated quite differently in the sirens' society. Who wouldn't be envious in that situation?

But it went further, deeper than that. If he extracted all the stammering and fumbling from his lover's admission, he had a stark revelation to contemplate: "I just never thought I was a guy." Peregrine's brow furrowed thoughtfully. It sounded like Pan might have grown up with some gender confusion, in that case... but what did that mean for him now? There must be something more, if he was struggling so much to explain.

Pan was looking at him, pale eyes steady on his face, and Peregrine didn't want to attempt to guess. "Go on," he coaxed quietly, sure there was more to it than that. "I want to understand," he added, holding Pan's gaze steadily as he touched his nose to the Delta's.