"I'd say you have nothing to be sorry, for, but -- well." Peter sighs and pulls up a chair next to Jason's bed. Taking one of Jason's hands and pressing his forehead to it. Just breathing for a long moment.

"I didn't come here to be angry at you, though. I've had my chance to be angry. Now it's our chance to heal."

He clears his throat a little, but that doesn't help him sound less tearful. "I've talked to Nadia most days. Checking in. Making sure you're doing okay. But I had to come see you. To make sure, for myself."