Peter was willing to accept a great deal of many things but not them all. The evidence was pointing against him that they were indeed now in the future and indeed in New York City. He had seen enough photographs during his historical studies, as well as geographical ones, to know that there was no denying this was New York. Glances out the window, with eyes focused on the skyline, gave him the intense sensation of familiarity, as though he had seen these very skylines before, once long ago. It was a sensation that he could not explain, as he knew he had not, so he quickly turned from the window and looked into the looking glass once more. His hair was in every direction, per usual, as he could never quite tame the look of being windswept. It would just have to do. He tried to remember how he had looked the last time he had seen Moira. Was he so different? He didn't think he was.
Turning from the room, he made his way to the door, hand reaching out to grasp the handle tight, as he stepped into the hallway. It was seconds later that he heard his name and turned to see her coming at him. His grin was unable to be suppressed and he reached out, swooping her up into his arms, lifting her off the ground as he held her close to his chest, his forehead leaning against the crook of her shoulder.
Oh, it had been far too long.
As he set her down, a gentle hand reached out, stroking her cheek as he beamed at her expression. "Have you?" He asked with a bit of cheek in his tone.