[It takes Peter a minute to actually calm down enough to be presentable again, but the little back rub definitely helps. Once his breathing has evened out he finally releases his death grip on Tony and steps back, taking a second to rub his eyes before he goes back to retrieve his bag.]

Y'know, it feels like every time we've ever hugged it's been when something terrible was going on? I'm half expecting a meteor to just crash through that wall right there and blow us both up.

[Maybe this isn't the time or the place for humor, but hey. It's Peter. Either he tries to be funny or he starts sobbing again, and nobody wants that.]

I'm uh, in room 1, apparently.