[the more upset Peter gets, the more Norman's face twists in guilt and concern, eyes wide]

Alright, Peter. ... I'm sorry. That was ... I shouldn't have brought up any of that. Not the time, and not even my place.

[he hesitates for just a moment before stepping up to Peter and gently disengaging the boy's hands from his hair, then pulling him into a hug. one arm goes around Peter's torso, the other to his hair, stroking through it to soothe him in place of letting Peter pull at it, himself]

You don't have to be fine. Not here. And not about any of that. It's alright.