Given Mal's tension - which Peter could sense just under the man's skin, despite the swagger and calm he was showing on the outside - Peter wouldn't pretend this was a friendly, casual conversation between friends, and sat in his place across the desk.
"Niki had a son named Micah. Micah died five years ago, in an explosion that destroyed most of New York City. That was before I knew her. When we met, almost a year after, the world was a frightening place. That explosion had been caused by a person like us - like me and Niki. Someone with an ability. The world was scared, and they started hunting down anyone they could find that was special. Niki was in a prison when I found her, and pulled her out. It wasn't an easy life, but it was all we had. Five years of being hunted, not for anything we had done, but just because of what we are."
He let out a breath. "And then we came here. And learned that there was a timeline, another branch of our own world, where the explosion had been stopped. And none of the nightmare we'd lived had ever happened." Peter leaned back in his chair. "A timeline where Niki's son had survived. And now, that boy is here."