It was a relief that Peter could stop worrying about the funeral. He could just focus on his own grief and let Pepper take care of it all. He felt a little guilty about basically demanding that she just did it, but he knew she wouldn't mind. Pepper liked taking care of people, and she was good at it. Really good. Thanks to that realisation Peter could let go of that guilt. He closed his eyes as Tony kissed his forehead, a few tears rolling down his cheeks, before opening them again. "Thank you." He didn't know what he had done to deserve someone like Tony looking after him like that. Whatever it was, he was immensely grateful for it.<br/><br/>Peter looked startled, an there was a hint of panic visible in his eyes as he looked up at Tony. "Go somewhere else? But I thought I could go home with you. I don't want to go somewhere else." He knew he was being needy. But he couldn't be alone. Sure, he could always call Tony, but it wasn't the same as him actually being there. Without Tony there he would fall apart. Tony's touch kept him grounded, kept him from drowning in his grief. Without him, he'd be a mess. He just wanted to go home. He took a deep breath, forcing the panic away. There was no need for that just yet. He didn't know what was going to happen. Maybe it would just be a short conversation and he could leave with Tony. "Sorry. I'm okay, I can talk to her." Better get it over with quickly. The sooner they talked, the sooner he'd know if he could go home. He hated not knowing what was going to happen.