Redhawk Caldera The lost boys

The swarthy wolf rolled his eyes at his son's playful epithet, knowing better than to take it as a serious slur. In fact, Peregrine fell down several rungs on the latter of maturity by retorting, "You're gay." Because having an entire conversation about fucking chicks made Nightjar gay. There's some Redhawk logic for you. Peregrine grinned.

He suddenly realized that he had made a very narrow-minded assumption when it came to his son's potential picks. "You know," he drawled, "I know you're a bit of a homebody but maybe you should expand your horizons. There are a lot of loners out there, roughly half of them female, and if you're looking for flybys specifically, they might be your best bet. That way you can hit and quit it easier too." He thought briefly of Fox's occasional trysts with that loner—Starling? Something like that—but pushed the thought aside.

Drawing from his thoughts about Nightjar's eligibility for leadership, Peregrine wondered, "I know you're just now coming into your own sexually and all that but do you think you'll want to find a mate and settle down one day? Have kids? Or haven't you thought that far ahead?" he guessed. Probably Nightjar hadn't thought any further ahead than launching his red rocket into the most willing docking station.