"What the fu---" May sucked in her breath. His grip on her wrist grounded her and she reminded herself she needed to stay focused on Peter. "Peter! You could get hurt! Oh my...honey. Why on..." She shook her head. "Your good heart," she said. "So like Ben, honey. He'd do the same thing if he had what you had." She knew her words were true, but that didn't make her worry less. "You are going to give me more gray hair, Pete."