He appreciates the offer of food and takes a piece, even if it isn't nearly greasy enough. Even now it seemed like she was insistent on getting healthy food into him. But for once he's not grumbling about it.
"'Course I remember Kitty, I remember everything regarding you," he managed to say in a less gruff and softer voice. Comforting wasn't his forte, never was and never would be, and he didn't care enough about most people to try. But Kitty certainly deserved more than his attempt at it and he clearly wasn't very good at giving that to her. Pete listened to the rest of what she'd been through and had to admit, it was a lot. He'd lost a lot of people in his life but she'd just dealt with a lot, and all close together. As much as he'd like to tell her to pack it up, come to London with him, he knew she wouldn't. It was both one of the most admirable and frustrating parts about her, how she almost stubbornly stuck by her friends. "You've been doing this for years, the losses are piled on right now, but no different than they were before. And you still keep at it because yer a better person than most of the rest of us." There really was no doubt about that part, she was a much better person than anyone he'd met before her. A humourless smirk tugged at his lips at her use of his pet word 'bloody'. "Then you're doing better than me, you know my solution and it's a lot stronger than your drink there."