A voice spoke from his side, the smile that had been playing on the blonde's lips falling as green eyes glanced towards his side. Of course it was Cyrus, the camp cynic, though he often filled Pan's time with quite the sadistic amusement on more than one occasion. Right now though was none such thing, lips pursing as he studied his....friend -- if he could even call him that. If he could, Cyrus was the closest thing Pan had to anything remotely close to a friend. Slowly his eyes followed his companion's sight line, huffing as he noted the other watching Tori. Jaw tightened with a strange wave of irritation that crawled over his skin, body slowly straightening as the boy gave a not so subtle threat to the girl's safety, one that Pan didn't take too kindly to. Teeth barred in irritation, green met the dark hues of the Lost Boy. This was a challenge and he could feel it as the tension mounted between them, the grip on his wrist tight enough to leave a momentary mark after it was released.<br/><br/>He'd have to keep his eye on that boy, watching as he padded, almost as silently as Pan could himself, out of treehouse and off to whatever part of the forest he wanted to ruck off to. Not wanting to give Cyrus the satisfaction, Pan waited until he was well out of ear and eyesight to push off of his little balcony, soaring into the air and moving off towards the gulley. His heart was beating a little too fast for comfort, body slipping through the air like silk. He needed to be by her, make sure she really was as okay as he knew she would be. Logic wasn't dictating his thoughts right now, feet brushing the grass with a quiet whisper as he landed, peering around the thick trunk of an old okay tree to watch his little minions dance about without a care. Boys longing to escape their less than perfect lives -- ranging from boys angry at mother for taking their toy to children unable to move another inch the hunger was so bad and their bodies so weak. Any and every child that wished to travel somewhere far far away, every child that ever felt lost was here.<br/><br/>Green orbs landed on a familiar face, a familiar body, a soft sigh breezing past pink lips. Pan growled under his breath, easing back behind the trunk of the oak, back pressing against the rough bark as his tense body eased. He'd really let himself get worked up, and for what? Cyrus was a loyal bastard but he'd just been all talk. What's worse, Pan had fallen for it, brows knitting as relief turned to irritation and irritation to anger. Fist slamming into the bark with a low grunt, flesh cut against curled pieces of wood that peeled away from its surface. He'd gotten so worked up over some girl! This wasn't like him. Somehow, in all of her wistful dreams of this place, amongst all of her night time visits, Tori had crawled beneath Peter's skin and settled there, festering like some sort of virus that turned his brain to mush if even the slightest hint of her peril was ever mentioned to him. He didn't like it, not one bit, cursing quietly as he stepped away from his hiding spot and rushed back to camp.<br/><br/>He needed to get his head on straight.