Wild Berry Meadow sloe-eyed demon

Pantaleimon wasn't sure what to make of this wolf, who seemed a little... odd. Then again, he wasn't really one to speak about oddness. Was he in need of a listening ear, though? Pan mostly just wished for his feelings to go away in some way or another, but he wasn't sure if talking about them would help at all. He'd never really done talking about emotions much, anyway... Not before he met Perry.

"Oh, I... I dunno. It's just — I love someone, and I think they... stopped loving me. Or... maybe just never loved me as much as I did them." This was something Pan had always known and accepted — that he came second — and so it was a slap in the face that even being second wasn't good enough anymore. "He's everything to me..." Pan murmured, and he looked away, at the berries, unable to say such a thing and face himself — let alone anyone else — for what sort of wretch was he to love someone, to revolve their whole life around someone, who would never consider him a full partner, a mate, his only mate.