[ Enjoy the dubious look Jefferson sends you just now, Pan. ] You don't have to be a wolf to survive in the woods. Only clever. [ Which was how Jefferson tended to get by in life. Cleverness, rather than any killer instinct.

He arches a brow, staring at Peter, then scoffs. ] Yeah, I'm pretty sure your adult cousin's friend shouldn't be the person giving you pointers. Ask your father.

[ But hey, he may seem prudish right here and now, but Jefferson's certainly been around the block! Several blocks. In different worlds. He has a lot of experience to draw from.

Now, though, he regrets not keeping the conversation in the awkward sex talk territory, because family and abandonment are rather sore subjects for Jefferson. And it shows in his painfully expressive face, with the way he winces and keeps his gaze down on the board. His voice is softer, more hesitant and uncertain. ]

She didn't abandon you. She's still here.