Peter feels that repeated prod at the empty spaces that are sitting at the center of who he is now. He's got a hand in his shirt, idly plucking buttons, trying to feel the concave spaces where something else should be (some things). But the poking, pressing, it's almost automatic to do his own feeling around in the dark like fingers smoothing over empty spaces that are cold and waiting.

Peter looks up just before he says a word, like there's a tenuous little thread that makes him particularly aware of the both of them here. "Hey." He likes it even less than the... oneness of this entire place, but something inside of him curls warmly despite it anyways, like a whisper of intimacy that's different from the traditional sense of the word. Peter's own mouth breaks open into a smile on pure instinct.

"Elliot," he says, trying the name on his tongue. He meets his eyes with a level gaze, bright and curious, congeniality wearing sharp teeth as he speaks, stepping into space with a smooth step as is his nature. Meeting new people is the best. "What a handsome name. Now I'm not sure what I was expecting... but it's a pleasure. I'm Hadrian."