[he paused, not wanting to stammer his way through it. once he was sure he had his words in order. this was an important moment - and he'd learned how to make his words count in those. he'd just always misclassified them as board meetings, speeches, sound bytes. not moments with treasured people, full of emotion. no more of that. he was making sure he remembered what was really important.]

When I first arrived here, and I learned about this building: about why Elias built it for everyone, and what it could do? I only wanted to see one place: home. I don't know exactly what your home looked like, I wasn't there long enough, so ... This was as close as I could come. If you want, I can teach you the programming parameters, so you can make whatever you like, for some other time.

[the rest of the words come so easily, because he's said some of them before. he means them no less now than he did then. maybe, he hopes, this time, he'll get to make good on them]

I haven't been there for you the way I should have. Not by a long shot. I shouldn't have been so afraid to tell you everything, and I should have told you right away. But I want to make it up to you, Peter: I want to rectify every single one of those inequities. I know it won't happen overnight. But -

[he realizes he's done well to make it this far without faltering, without giving in to the raging hurricane of guilt, self-doubt, and self-loathing swirling through him. one hesitation might not look like a glaring weakness. he hopes it doesn't. he finally grasps that courage he was searching for, and puts his hand on Peter's forearm]

No matter what he did ... I still love you.