Peter took the offered cup, holding it with both hands in his lap. He didn't want to talk to CPS, but he knew he had to. Hopefully it wouldn't be too complicated. It should be simple enough. They already knew Tony wanted him, so it should be a simple confirmation and they would let him go. Right? He didn't really know much about how CPS did things. He had never needed to know. They were briefly involved when his parents died, but that was only to take him to Ben and May. His parents had already arranged he'd go to them if anything ever happened to them. But now it was different. Tony wasn't actually related to him, so it was natural that CPS would want to know for sure that he wanted this. It didn't make it any easier, though. He didn't want to talk to them. He just wanted to have these papers signed and then go home. Crawl into bed and sleep for a year. Pretend like nothing happened.<br/><br/>Peter appreciated that Tony gave him options regarding May's funeral. It hurt to have to think about, but he also knew it was neccessary. He looked down at the cup he held in his lap. "I think she'd want to be buried next to uncle Ben. She always - " He cut himself off, swallowing thickly. He knew May never stopped missing Ben. She had grieved for him, but eventually she had to move on. But that hurt was always there. He would hear her crying every year at the anniversary of his death. She always tried to hide it, but he knew. After he died she never took up dating again. At first she said it was because she wanted to be there for him, but even as he grew older and more independent she never saw another man. She was always loyal to her deceased husband. She should be with him again. "But I don't want to - could Pepper take care of it?" He knew planning a funeral was a lot of work. He had seen May do it all for Ben. He didn't want to - couldn't - do it all while the pain was still so fresh. He didn't even want to think about the funeral, let alone plan it. He didn't want to think about a headstone, or what day to hold it, or about who they should invite, or anything else. A part of him felt guilty for that. He owed it to May to do it for her. She had helped raise him, she had always been like a mother to him. He felt like he had to do this last thing for her, but he couldn't. It was too painful. He trusted Pepper to handle it. Pepper always seemed to just know what people wanted and needed. He was sure she would put together something wonderful.