You can stay here. [ He pauses for a moment, swallowing the knot in his throat. ]

Peter wouldn’t have wanted you to go anywhere else. If you want to stay here, you can.

I don’t know how much longer I can stay here, though. Not because of you. I just don’t want to be here.

[ Peter should be here. Every corner of this place reminds him of him, and Tony’s already itching for enough scotch to drown in. Staying here won’t help. ]

It’s cowardly, probably, to run away because he’s gone. But I can’t—... I don’t want to be here without him.