It was all Pete could do not to revert to a spoiled little brat and pout at Kira. His belligerent inner child was saying But I don't want you to die! He also helpfully offered the following gem. This isn't easy for me, you know?
Oh, right, Peter Paul Wisdom, you consummate jackass. Because this has got to be just a bed of bloody roses for her, innit?
"I know. I'm not handling this well at all, am I, luv?" Pete muttered, his tone strangely subdued. "Let's just get ourselves cleaned up, and then you tell me whatever you need or want, and I'll make it happen. All right, luv?"