Luke chuckled softly, half tempted to call Tony in so he could actually see Peter chilled out and not rambling at 90 miles an hour for once. He sobered to a gentle smile, giving his hand another squeeze, before letting him go.

"If you don't want to talk about it still, I can stay until you fall asleep," he assured him. The train would deposit Peter back in his bed once the day switched over, so he wouldn't have to worry about getting him to his room.