Pan refused to let Telets do to the boy whom he was cuddling that, which Solas had nearly done to him!
He refused, darn it!
No matter how gentle Doran's grip on him was, Pan was going to say his piece! He was going to make sure that Telets was truly loving!
Not like Solas!
"Pan?" Solas asked, as he reached out. Pan drew away. "Look… I'm no saint. But this is not about me. This is about sonny-boy."
Pan nodded; his eyes narrowed.
"And if you don't change your tune…" Solas began, using poison to get what he wanted, just like he had always done.
Not that Pan expected anything but.
"Solas, Pan dies, you die," Brandon clapped his husband on the back. "Right, Doran?"
"Right," Doran said in a bored drawl.
"Hm…." Solas's cheeks were all puffed up. For a second, Pan couldn't help but compare him to a squirrel.
But squirrels were cute and planted trees when they became too forgetful.
Solas planted nothing. Solas gave life to nothing.
Solas took life. He left nothing behind!
