It shouldn't feel this ordinary or right to have someone else so firmly latched onto you. He knows nothing but there's a craving to be close and Peter's known that maybe a handful of times in his life. It's invasive and he half wants to press against it, but the vise is like iron snapped shut and fast and -

"Then that makes you practically ancient history, at least to me... fascinating." there's a smile there, disbelief in his eyes because it isn't a lie that Peter is an admirer of history at the heart of it all, the sentiment genuine, like the pleasant click of a light bulb warming a room over with its glow. "We're a few thousand years apart, you and I. And as for the where: a planet on the Outer Rim. Very far from Earth and very miserable. So I left."