Peter's not normally much of a hugger, but he hugs Henry back tight, trying not to cling and only partially succeeding. He might have been cursing being ripped away from where he was supposed to be going, but if Henry's here, he can't mind too much.

He pulls back, but doesn't let go, shaking his head a little. "Since you left? Months. Five or six, at least, maybe more." He makes a face. "Atia decided she was done with all of us and sent us on our myriad ways...though she did give us some choice in the matter of to where." He glances around. "...This was not on my request list, but...you're here, wherever here is, so..."