"Don't be." Tony's chin touched the top of Peter's head to sit, his hand running up and down his back. Any excuse his body had to rest against something, it was more than ready to take it. "If it weren't you bawling right now, it'd be me."

Shit, did he say that last part out loud? He hadn't meant to.

"It's been a hell of a day and a half I've had here, kid. Not gonna lie." Tony quickly added. He wasn't sure he wasn't still on the verge of an utter meltdown. He just had to trust, in this moment, that Peter being in his arms wasn't an illusion his mind was conjuring up. "... .. ...If that was all to know you're alright, then I guess I can live with that."