Peter wasn't expecting her answer. He'd honestly expecting some snarky response or for her to mention his poor training. He didn't think she'd actually felt that way. He knew and he'd known for a while that her life wasn't all sunshine and roses and he had some very serious suspicions about the environment she'd grown up in so maybe it's not as surprising as it seemed moments ago.

Maybe surprising wasn't the word-jarring. He hates the idea of her feeling like he does for even a moment. He bites his lip again and represses the urge to pull her into a hug-he knows how she usually responds to one and he doesn't want to make things worse.

He wants to tell her it'll get better but he knows better. There's a reason they both feel like this and Peter knows from experience that maybe it gets better for awhile but it always gets bad again too. Nothing is ever fully in someone's control no matter how much they might think it is.

"I'm sorry..." He says instead, feeling like his heart is bleeding on the inside for this poor girl. She didn't deserve to have to feel like that. No one did.

"...Are you okay?" He asks. " 'Cause you can talk to me. You know that right? There's nothing you could say that would make me change my mind or want to stop being your friend-ever. This-what you and I have?" he gestures between the two of them. "It's unconditional, okay? We are unconditionally friends. Anything you tell me doesn't get repeated."