In the entire time he'd been here, Peter hadn't yet encountered the urge to go to another world long enough to beat the living fuck out of someone. And yet, now he was. No, he wasn't the best father, but he was doing his best to make some sort of relationship with Malia.
"I'm sorry. People like that don't deserve to have kids." He really didn't know what else to say about that right now. Peter actually turned to grab glasses for both of them, before reaching for the pitcher of tea he'd finished up earlier.
"So what didn't he like? The fact that you didn't like being hit?" Because that sounded like the sort of guy who would do that.