Redhawk Caldera We don't laugh anymore

He felt his body tense up when Uncle P told him that he was wrong, saying that Peter was never coming back. But Eljay had seen the boy, and, the moments of clarity clouded at the moment, he knew it was true. He was at a road with two splits then, unsure whether to just agree with Uncle P and pretend like none of this had happened, keeping Peter to himself, or arguing against him. Yet to argue against Uncle P was an unfathomable thing, for not only was he the pack's Alpha, but also an object of Eljay's endless admiration. To tell Uncle P he was wrong seemed a travesty.

Uncle P asked if he meant Stoic, and Eljay looked confused for a moment. "I saw him with my own eyes," he said, a sad expression lingering on his face at the realisation that Uncle P thought he wasn't telling the truth. "I'm not l-lying, I swear!" He looked pleadingly at Uncle P, willing him to see the truth and believe him, and embrace the little boy as the Peter he was. "I was there, we — we collected rocks 'n everything..." He didn't respond to the notion it might've been Stoic, because that part confused him and he wasn't sure how to properly respond to it.

Maybe one day would come a moment he'd learn to deal with Peter's loss, but today certainly wasn't it.