"Here, the girls on the docks, and maybe a new girl. There aren't any Lost Boys, everybody here has families. Moms and dads. Homes. But back home, we were all lost, so we stuck together. Peter used to lead us but then he left. Then I...." Rufio paused, staring up at the ceiling. "They'll have picked a new Pan by now. Somebody has to take control, or we can't defend the littler kids."
He looked at her. "Here I look out for me. None of my friends came with me. And I'm growing again, I'm getting old. I can't go back." Bitterness was heavy in his voice. The idea of being immortal was fine but he was still would rather be a kid. The hair on his chin, though, told him that was already impossible to return to.
Melancholy was starting to take him, so he shook his head and let out a laugh as a thought occurred to him. "I bet it's Thud Butt. Everybody likes him. There's not another leader, anyway." The idea of that kid leading was fun to entertain, and the only good move that could be made with Rufio and Peter gone. "Unless they're convinced by Tink and the old man takes over again."