He lets Peter touch him - lets him be close to him and offer support through gentle affection. Pressing his lips together, he looks down before he lifts that gaze up to the other man. “On a roof. Just looking out.” He mentally shows Peter where he is within the city - how he’s sitting there on the ledge with feet dangling over the side, wind gently brushing his hair in front of his face.

“I’m ok. You don’t need to.” Yet there’s also some part of him that won’t say no.