There wasn't anything Peter could possibly do that would hurt Tony, barring falling apart in his arms again. He was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen - although one never really knew what was going on in this place. It could very well be his very own personal hell, though it didn't much seem like it.
But there was only one way to find out.
"C'mere," he said, and yeah okay, he was trying for nonchalant but it came out as something thicker and rife with emotion. There was no helping that. Theirs wasn't really a professional relationship, anyway.