He loved May's little displays of affection. It was because of her that he was so comfortable showing affection to others. So many things in his life were because of her. This wasn't fair.
"Really bad news." Peter's voice was nearly a whisper as he tried not to cry. "I'm sorry, May. I tried. She said I tried but you were being your stubborn protective self and I love you for it, I always have, but when the kid who loves you most in the world tells you to leave because he can handle it, you've got to do that and you didn't..." He was rambling now. That shouldn't have come as a surprise. It was Peter, he would always ramble. But he had to keep talking because if he stopped he was going to break and he had to be tough for her.