Up until that evening when Nate had fallen into a coma, Peter had found himself cautious and hesitant as he found himself with blossoming feelings and a definite crush on Nate. Only one other could he says he's had a crush on since he came to this place - and since Gwen's death - and they were a good friend as well. Then there had been that night, and now they're here and he's learning all he is from Nate.

And there's no desire for hesitation anymore. No desire not to hold him close, stroking his hand on his back as he hears that news as well. Not clinging to him as he draws back, though his hands trace along Nate's arms, not wanting to lose that contact.

"God Nate, I'm so sorry. Where are you? Physically that is?"