And now he was just left with the feeling that he was a really awful mentor to Peter for acting like that in front of the boy. Ugh.

He could hear the trepidation in Peter's voice and it was like salt in the wound. With a heavy sigh, he drops more than sits back onto the chair and rans a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry," he begins, way quieter and calmer than he was a minute ago. Turning his head to look the young man in the eyes, he can see he scared him. He didn't want Peter to be afraid of him. "It's.. it's nothing you did. I'm just.. not myself right now. Can you forgive me?" He asks, holding his hand out but not stretching far enough to touch Peter without the boy bringing his hand toward Tony's.