"No," Peter said, instinctively pulling Claire back into another hug, although this one was more of a wrestling hold than an affectionate embrace. He didn't want her to run away again, not only because he was desperate to hear what she had to say for what she'd done but also because he just didn't want to be separated from her again so soon, especially not on bad terms. He'd decided that he was going to make good with this Claire, since he hadn't been able to with his own.
"Talk to me Claire," he said, his cheek against the side of her head, his mouth near her ear. "Tell me what happened." She couldn't just say something like that to him and run without explaining. She didn't know exactly what he'd been through or that that particular revelation would mean more to him than any other Peter, but it had still been a loaded statement and Peter needed answers.