Redhawk Caldera damaged

The butterflies in Pantaleimon's stomach fluttered when Perry said that he loved Pan too. The sentiment was ever returned -- Pantaleimon didn't know what his life would be like if Peregrine was not in it. He never wanted to let go of this moment, despite all of the heavy feelings that had been involved moments prior (or perhaps because of that very reason).

Pan closed his eyes at the kiss, tongue flicking out of his mouth absent-mindedly. He wanted to stay like this forever and ever.

Sadly, this couldn't be. Pantaleimon nodded at Perry's suggestion. "Y-yeah, let's do that - I mean, we can go take stock of damage," Pan agreed with a soppy smile, his legs still feeling all wobbly. Pantaleimon rubbed his muzzle affectionately past Perry's neck and waited for him to lead the way to wherever they'd go to check up on the damage. He'd follow Perry anywhere, and though he was nervous about Perry's to-be talk with Fox, Pan decided it was just another reason to savour this moment of love declarations even more and live in the now.