Pete and Pete
Yeah Peter was not in a good place right then, it didn't take a genius to see that much, and Peter could tell that he was pushing maybe a little bit too much as Peter practically shouted at him. He was fresh off the biggest loss he'd ever suffered, and that wasn't something you just got to leave at the door because the person you lost was somehow magically alive, but from a different point than the one you remembered in their lives. That was the thing about this place, it was cruel and at the same time it was crazy generous.
So yeah - he got it and he took a breath while Peter vented a little bit, about his losses about how hard it was, about how much it sucked and about so many things. Peter had been at this point once before too, younger and so angry and hurt about things that he had no power to change. He remembered this kind of anger and pain and having to shoulder that too, right along with everything else. But that was the thing about all of this, it wasn't fair, and it was so fucking hard. And giving up might have been the easier thing, but knowing you could do this? Giving it up wasn't an option.
Peter didn't know how he'd have responded to some older version of himself telling him it got better, but he can imagine it'd be exactly like Peter was doing right then. Angry and bitter and stubborn as hell. Because they were the same weren't they? Or the same enough.
"What do you need, Pete?" He asked finally, because if Peter didn't want to talk about Ben he wouldn't, and if he didn't want to hear that this was a second chance to have something he'd lost then he wouldn't push that either, but Peter obviously needed something. "If there is any one in the world that would love to try and make things easier for you, believe me, it's me. So you tell me what you need and I'll try and make it happen for you. I know you're in a bad place right now, and there isn't anything I can say that is going to take away or heal the pain you're feeling, and that's not what I'm trying to do, all I can offer you is a little bit of perspective. But if you think there is something I can do, tell me."
He'd like to reach out and touch too, but Peter looked too fragile right then, like he might just shatter if he tried it, so he didn't - but his hand itched to reach out and offer a little bit of comfort right then. He felt like he needed it himself just looking at Peter.