"This isn't about Peter." He takes a hefty drink, noting two things. The first being that he probably said that way too quickly to be believable, and the second being that whatever this drink is tastes horrible. He sets aside the glass with a sigh and dips his head, not wanting to look at her.

With a swift motion, he pulls off his mask and lets it drop onto the table next to the drink. He's tired of the thing.

The truth is that it's partly about Peter, but mostly about them. He runs a hand over his face, realizing he's lashing out at her in much the same way Peter had been lashing out at him. So she doesn't want to be his friend any more. That hurts, but it happens. He's already added her name to the extensive list. "But you could try to not scare the shit out of him every time you run into each other."