Peter was having the same struggle Gwen was having. He had been shocked when MJ revealed that Gwen was alive and well in this place. But it felt like he'd grieved her a lifetime ago so he didn't think seeing her would affect him as much. He was wrong. He was fighting an onslaught of emotion himself, closing his eyes and holding onto her the way he couldn't once before. She fit against him just the way he remembered.
Her question didn't help him, swallowing against a lump in his throat. Peter nodded, waiting another moment to speak. "Yeah, I did," he replied, his voice low and a little shaky. "I tried to save you and couldn't, and it's haunted me for a long time. You lost me? How?" Peter didn't ease up on his embrace. He wasn't going to let Gwen go until he had to.