His face flushes subtly when he realizes he asked the wrong question. It's only when he sees her drop her hand that he registers the step he took earlier too and he makes an effort to stay still from that moment on, slowly lowering his hands so she can see he's not reaching for anything.

"I meant... this place. It was really beautiful." Peter smiles softly and shrugs a shoulder, something playful entering his expression at the last minute. He gives a show of thinking about a different story to tell her and ends up with just the right one, he thinks. It's like a visible lightbulb appearing above his head. "You... uh. Sorry, is it better if I call other-you "she" or "you?""

He wrinkles his nose before pressing on.

"Whatever. I told you this story about when I was a kid, you said you loved it. I would carry a picture of Hugh Hefner in my pocket to school - he's a famous actor and movie star on Earth - and tell the other kids he was my dad. They made fun of me for him never being around, so I made up that story so they'd leave me alone. You were there when I met him, not Hugh Hefner, my real dad. A real creep named Ego, he was a god, little-g. We went to his planet together even though I wasn't sure, you told me I had to know the truth. And if he turned out to be total garbage me and you would just kill him."

Those tears come back, a prickle in each eye she'll be able to see though he still refuses to let them fall.

"It was an amazing place even though you can probably guess what happened next. And I was just happy I got to see it with you."