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A most understandable epithet, given the circumstances! *hugs Perry*

Atticus would have been content to leave it at just that, had Perry asked him to. And for a moment, he thought that would be the case. It was clear that Peregrine didn't want to know, and really, did he need to know all the shitty details? But after only a brief pause for consideration, Peregrine forged onward, making it clear that he did want to know. Atticus was afraid -- he was afraid his brother would be furious with him, he was afraid that some of the wrath he clearly felt toward Hawkeye would consequently be directed at him for his involvement. But he knew he owed it to his brother -- and his Alpha -- to be honest.

"She wanted me," he said after a few seconds of thought. "After you guys got together as mates." The wary, grave look on his face never faltered as he spoke, his eyes glued to Perry as if awaiting a blow or a tirade of harsh words. After a few moments, he broke the gaze and looked away, as if embarrassed. "And I mean…you know I kinda wanted her too, for a while. She would come to me and…nothing actually happened," he was quick to mention that, his glance moving back to Peregrine's face. "But I think she really, really wanted something to happen. I dunno. It was really confusing. That's why I've avoided her like the plague for so long now. Shit's just weird and awkward."