Peter felt as though Claire was making everything feel that little bit better just by being the person he remembered from before everything went bad. The fact that she said she'd missed him was just a bonus. He wondered how much the younger version of himself had had to do with her since being here. If she missed him, maybe it meant not that much. Of course, Claire didn't hold the same significance to the younger Peter as she did to him. He hadn't been through the same things and he hadn't had to watch himself turn from her hero to a villain in her eyes. Losing Claire had hurt and, until he'd arrived here and seen her again, he hadn't let himself realise just how much.
As she carried on, however, he couldn't help the way her words sent a little shudder of panic through him. Pulling back a little so he could look down at her, his hands moving to lightly grasp her arm on either side, he asked, "What do you mean, changed things?" If anyone knew how much trouble trying to 'change things' caused, it was him. He had no idea which way he'd sent the world turning by going back in time and shooting Nathan. He hoped it was for the better but he knew that the world had a way of getting itself into trouble, whatever way things happened. He just hoped Claire hadn't done anything too drastic. He hoped she hadn't done something that she would live to regret, the way he regretted so many of the choices he'd made over the last few years. "What happened?" he asked, the skin around his scar bunching as he frowned.