Cedar Sweep i'm in a clique, but i want out

He had never been one born to be in the spotlight. Yet here he stood with the full attention of two alphas. Both who assured him greatly and one who seemed keen to dub him with pet names. Patroclus could only handle so much, his chest felt full and warm. Almost afraid that the feeling might spill forth from him if he spoke much more.

I would appreciate that. Truthful, and if they would lead him to their place he would follow. Perhaps content to drift between the two of them so he might have equal exposure to them both.