It's instinct to try and shift closer across the bed, to reach out and gently cup Peter's cheek with his other hand, like Jason can make it better if he touches him carefully enough. Habits from trying to chase away anything that's upset Peter for years that haven't had enough time to change.

"God, you.... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I was scared, I'm sorry I didn't tell you more, I'm. I can't believe you're still here." He can feel himself starting to tear up too, closes his eyes and tries to push it away.