It felt like he'd been hit in the stomach when the young man turned around and spoke again. How long had it been since he saw Peter's face or heard his voice? "How..." His voice almost cracked. It would've if he hadn't cut himself off and covered it with clearing his throat. He was moving closer before it registered in his mind. He opened his arms and quickly wrapped him in a tight hug, because who cared about pride when your pseudo-son abruptly returns from the dead.