Peter takes a breath and looks across the room at the wall. And then he looks back down at Liz. His chest seizes up just looking at her. He hates seeing her sad like this, but he feels powerless to do anything about it.

He can't believe Max would do something like this to Liz. He had no idea what he was wasting.

Peter wishes he wasn't so useless in situations like these. He wishes that he had something he could say and it'd make Liz laugh or forget about Tess and Max for even a second. But he's pretty sure that even with his best efforts, that wouldn't happen.

"Liz, I'm no good at this kind of stuff," he says. "When I open my mouth, I just start babbling, and I don't want to do that right now."

He feels like he's starting to babble right now.

"If you tell me what you need me to do... and I can do it, I will."