It takes everything in him to not withdraw when Peter reaches for him, broad golden eyes locking onto the outstretched hand. He shouldn't be nervous, but he is - he's not used to people wanting to willingly touch him, especially someone that technically doesn't know him. He gulps down the anxiety and slowly holds out one of his little tri-fingered hands, unsure as to what else he's supposed to do in this situation.

"It is hard to not worry, but I will do my best. We cannot constantly walk on eggshells and hope that nothing bad will happen." Because things like that couldn't be stopped; they could try and try to do everything to prevent terrible things from happening, yet something would come along and destroy that daydream.