"Just you and your dad, right?" Peter says, shuffling around a little so he's facing her, legs drawn up so he can sit close. He's already told her his basic story: dead parents, dead Uncle, alive Aunt so he hopes it's not too weird to ask so directly.

"Was he not, was he not a good dad? Or, I don't know. I don't know if it's okay to ask that. People asked me so much weird shit about my situation back home that I forget what's okay and what's not. Sorry."