[The sudden shift is enough to take the wind out of sails of his frustration. His hands staying in his lap for the moment. Duty before everything else, even them still carries true. A responsibility both of them have to bear regardless of how they're feeling.

All he wants is his husband, and he can't really have all of him. Not when he's needed everywhere else.

Peter's shoulders slump slightly as he folds his hands together. He opens and closes his mouth, teeth clicking together.]

Right now, you don't have to protect everyone. You just need to heal. [He says this quietly, reeling in his own anger further. Like every other time they start to fight, he has to bury it. He'll cry later about all of this when he's actually alone.]

I understand though, I'll... be careful, at my best.