Pietro stepped back, and circled his fingers around his arm to keep from reaching out again, bowing his head apologetically. Tony's thoughts couldn't be further from the truth. Pietro didn't want Tony to go. He wanted him here. He wanted to comfort him. He wanted to be comforted, if he were to admit to his more selfish desires right now. He just wanted to hold him, and for both of them to be assured that things would...eventually, be all right, even if they weren't right now.
He rubbed quickly and roughly at his own cheek. "I know everyone's mad...and I don't expect you to forgive me yet- but- ...Iloveyou, okay? And I worry....a lot. Especially now. And I know it's stupid, and I made things worse, and- and I just- I don't even know what I'm trying to say. I...want you to be okay. I don't want to make you hurt...on top of everything else. And...this is probably a really stupid way to go about proving that...I know."