Peter licked his lips, pondering her statements. "Well, I will admit that I didn't realize this place was a fetish club." he said. "That doesn't mean I don't want to be here. I am curious, I would be lying if I said otherwise, but that isn't why I was interested. I feel like I need </i>something</i>, but I don't really know what it is, and I thought that maybe coming here -- even if just to talk -- would help."
He cleared his throat a little, drumming his fingertips against his knee. "You wanted to hear about me. Um. . ." He debated for a moment about whether or not to mention his powers, and decided it was for the best to leave that for later. "I'm the youngest son of a very wealthy, influential couple. Arthur Petrelli is a high-profile lawyer in New York City and my mother, Angela, is well known as well. My older brother, Nathan, well, everybody knows him too. He was the Assistant DA and then the DA, and now he's a Senator in Washington."
He snorted a little, chuckling slightly as he glanced down at his lap. "And me? I'm just Peter, and I like that. I chose a different path than my father and brother. Dad wanted me to be a lawyer. I chose to be a nurse instead. He was so disappointed in me. I wasn't living up to my potential."
He blinked a little and shifted awkwardly, realizing that he was rambling about his personal history with a relative stranger. He had no idea how any of this was going to help her or if he was saying too much. She wasn't a therapist, after all. She'd probably wanted the cut-and-dried version of his life story.
"Everyone around me seems to have made a connection with somebody." he said quietly. "That's not why I'm here, I'm not stupid enough to think that this is any kind of dating service or something like that. I just want. . .I need something to do with myself. I need an outlet. Something that doesn't make me feel so pathetic."