Peter smiled. He was glad to hear that she was happy here, that she seemed to understand at least the most basic part of his internal conflict. "I do, yeah," he said. "I spent a lot of time not liking it because of the things that I was missing from back home... but for some reason, ever since we were in that playground world, I like it here a lot better. Maybe because I feel like I've actually been here since I was younger. And that I've had new friends here since I was younger, even though it was sort of--" he gestured vaguely, not sure how to explain it. "Well, I haven't really been here since I was a child."
He took a bite of his own food and swallowed it before continuing. "And I loved my life back home, too... but I'm getting more and more attached to this place, I suppose. But I feel like your mum and your brothers probably won't show up here. I don't know that for sure, but they don't seem to be bringing people from our world anymore. And then-- I suppose I feel guilty for not missing them enough to want to leave here just to go back to them. Like they'd be mad at me that I'm alright being here without them, especially your mum."