His expression brightened a little. "Peter's a really nice guy. He came and got me when I had nowhere to go. And he helped me find you!" It was the last part that he was particularly grateful for, as Micah would have had one heck of a hard time at it by himself. In a massively large city like this one, it was rather hard to locate just one person on his own. He wasn't Molly Walker, after all.
"Are you sure? 'Cause..." He looked at her right in the face, almost as though he were trying to read her. He was pretty good at that, most of the time. Then he looked down. "I heard about what happened," he said quietly, "and I'm sorry I left you."