Wild Berry Meadow sloe-eyed demon

Pantaleimon felt pretty terrible; he imagined he had to look like an idiot to the other wolf. However, all of this was overshadowed by the fact he did not know what things would be like if he were to return home. He knew what he wanted, but he didn't think that Perry would have any of it, anyway, and so in lack of an answer that would satisfy everyone, Pan remained adrift.

He shook his head, timing it poorly just as the other wolf asked if he wished for company. "I'm sorry for being so weird, I... I'm not very good at this sort of stuff." Whatever 'this sort of stuff' even was. "I don't... know... I mean — I don't know what I want. Is that weird?" Pan knew the answer to the question, because he knew that everything about him was weird, but he decided not to wordvomit all over his previous chattering, as in his experience that rarely made things better.