Ah. The way he moves his gaze forward again is not distancing so much as understanding, remembering how different it is for most people because other worlds didn't exist before this for them. Right. He feels almost foolish for having lost that particular defining trait for the norm, but he has been in this place long enough to grow comfortable as much as one can, to say he appreciates it. Possibly his stance is too skewed regardless of what points of comparison he holds onto and Peter has always been more about duty and loyalty than philosophy himself. If he decides that to remember the things that happen here is part of that duty then there is no question about it; he will because to do less is not in him. But that does not make people who would choose otherwise less because everyone's situations vary too greatly. It remains hard to draw parallel lines because the A's and B's are never the same anyway.

"Well," he pauses, musing. "I wouldn't want that for you," he smiles again, something of his actual age somewhere there, like he has worried about his own sanity before trying to figure out the math for two realities; he has, after all. "Do turn me in the right direction if necessary," he adds, glancing back as they pass another corner. "I seldom eat out." Which is to say: not at all and he has the self-awareness to sound sheepish about it, if unapologetic.