Y-yeah. Of course. I hadn't... Things weren't supposed to move this fast. I'm sorry.

[His face turns, leaning into his touch again. Blacked, dark hand or not, it's still Peter. And that means everything to him.]

...Why are you being so nice trying to help, M- [Oh the struggle against forced habits of two years is strong.] Michael. [It's.... as much an olive branch as he can give from his side.]