Pan licked his lips, ready to say something... but the conversation was so damn serious, and Apollo was giving him warning looks and ugh. He decided to close his mouth, roll his eyes and take a long swig of his beer instead. He could keep quiet. It was difficult. Painful, even. But he could. What he could not do was stay still, however. Lips pinned securely shut, Pan rocked from the balls of his feet to his heels and back again, taking slow gulps of his beer as he let the awkward silence settle. There, see? This is what happened when people were all serious business and didn't let him chatter on. They made their beds, let them lay in it. His eyes flicked between Apollo and Hilde and he eventually began humming to himself, shrugging and rolling his shoulders in the silence. His mind tried to flick to the one person he really had cared about and lost, not through death but through her disgust with him, but he quickly forced it away. He was not going to think about such things now.