Firefly Glen rocks in the water

Pantaleimon frowned while Roz spoke, not really hearing what he wanted to hear. Part of him had hoped that she'd just come round and tell him that any girl would be a fool not to like him. But maybe it was for the best that she didn't, because whatever Pan wanted from her, it would be a sham and a lie, anyway. And now at least he had confirmation that it was never going to happen. Yet another thing that was never going to happen.

"I'm not sure Perry even knows what he wants me to be," Pan sighed softly as he looked away, feeling even worse now. The thing he felt like doing most was to just run away, but he'd never been one for running away. He'd stayed for years with the Nereides wolves, not because he loved them, but because he was taught and told to. Now it was a different thing that kept him in place — love — but Pan wasn't sure if Perry really felt as intensely in love as Pantaleimon himself did.

Then again, did it matter if he did? Could you really rate love, anyway? And if he didn't love Pan all that much, did that matter it was over, or just a little less great?

Even though Roz had tried to simplify things, they still felt really hard and tangled in Pan's head. He glanced back at Roz for a moment, a sorrowful and confused look in his silver eyes, and then away at the landscape, even though he wasn't really looking at anything, lost in his difficult thoughts.