Peter smiles the first truly real smile since returning to school, and it's a thankful one. Thankful for his friend who cares, though Peter thinks it isn't needed. He then holds out his hand for the salve, shaking his head.

"No, it's alright. Let me help you. Please? You're... you're my friend, right? Friends... they help each other. I want to help you." Peter then licked his dry lip, looking a little like a lost puppy, hoping he's not doing something wrong. He'd always watched friends before, he'd never actually been a friend.