Peter looks at Liz, brows furrowed, then presses his lips together.

"Why?" Peter pushes back a few stray strands of hair from Liz's face. Every now and then, Liz seems so unsure of herself, and he doesn't always know what to do in those times. Peter wishes he could just radiate it's okay at her so she knew it was all right and that he wasn't judging her.