Peter stilled when she touched his hair, pushing it away. The scar was the most prominent thing about his appearance, and it still amazed him when the people here gave it little or no regard. To the people in his own world, the ones that knew Peter, the scar was a testament of what their lives had become, when even the unbreakable and indestructible among them were marked by cruelty.
He didn't push the hair back, but his face turned aside as he steadied his breath.
"No, some people might want to build sets, maybe help with music or even directing." Peter chuckled. "And it's not for me, Mag. This is for you. I'll help when I can, and definitely spread the word, I''ll put work into it." He turned back, looking at her eyes. "I know how it is, when you feel you don't belong somewhere. When you want to do more, and can't find the way how. Something like this will help you help them. And... that seems important to you."