Redhawk Caldera lost in you

There was a flutter in Pan's stomach as Perry reached out to touch his nose, and it was as though he barely remembered what it'd felt like when Perry had said he wanted nothing sexual to do with Pan. As Perry said down, Pan fidgeted a moment and looked around the ground, as though scouring for a good place to sit or deciding whether or not he was going to sit down at all, before eventually sitting down in front of Peregrine.

The signals of what he then said felt very mixed. Pan was trying to find the words beyond the words, the things they meant, and what Perry wanted. "What..." Pan swallowed, trying to get the weird squeaky tone from his voice as he spoke. "What does it mean? To be involved?" Pantaleimon shook his head almost straight after he spoke, realising that that wasn't quite the question he wanted to ask. He knew what he wanted it to mean, and so perhaps it'd be easier to sketch that picture instead of subtly fishing for Perry to say what he wanted. Even if the outcome might hurt.

"I... I want us to b-be a family, Perry. I want — I want to be more than just that pack wolf that's the caretaker so she's around the pups a lot, I... I want to be with you, I want to be by your side, and — and that means by Fox and the pups' side, too, as — as a family." Pantaleimon swallowed dryly, trying to get the weird feeling from his mouth, but it didn't want to go away. He looked at Perry, trying to read his face, and prepared for whatever joy or heartbreak might come.