Peter eventually peels his face away from Alec's shirt and he looks over in his direction, though not exactly at him. He attempts a smile, just so Alec knows he's okay, but it comes out crooked and wrong. Peter is cognizant of this fact when he turns around, plops down on the edge of the bed again, and presses the butt of his palms against his eyes.

Thenor, hypothenor, he thinks, because it was a Academic Decathalon question two years ago.

He should say something, but he doesn't have any idea what to say. When he's sure he's not going to cry anymore, he pulls his hands away from his face and looks down at the ground.

"Sorry, I don't really want to get coffee anymore," he says to the floor.

It wasn't what he was apologizing for before, but it's what he's apologizing for now.