It had been said that Pete's full lips softened his features quite attractively, but right now his mouth compressed into a tight, grim line as he nodded, assenting and letting Kira know to go on. He even made a little gesture of zipping his mouth closed with thumb and forefinger of his right hand. His eyes were hard, but not angry. He was distancing himself emotionally up to a point, just enough so that he could function without denying Kira the empathy he thought she needed.
"Done," he said simply when she asked not to die alone. "Of course, I will take care of everything, luv." He was fidgeting a little, however. He was infamous for his fidgeting. Pete Wisdom simply had too much energy for one body to contain, and right now, with his mind racing and his emotions all bundled up and clashing with one another, he was impatiently tugging at his clothes, rubbing his fingers. Even his facial muscles would tick now and again, jaw clenching, nostrils flaring. He was not good at standing still, and pretty much now all that there was to do was to wait.
To wait for Kira to die. Bugger all, what a shitty way to go, my friend. But he wasn't the only one drowning in nervous energy. He caught the expression on Kira's face. She wasn't done. She hadn't apparently told... oh. Oh, no. No, she wouldn't... she couldn't possibly...
Pete took a calming breath. This was the downside of knowing someone so well. "There's something you are not telling me, luv." His voice was already resigned. It didn't take a telepath, or an enhanced intellect to figure out what was coming. He could still hope and pray he was wrong. Or he would pray, if he believed in any gods that actually listened to one's prayers.