[Way to go, Peter. You try to make something a little lighter, and it ends up really super sad.]

I'm sorry, that's — that sucks. [So eloquent. He fidgets with the mask and mentally kicks himself for his terrible bounce-back. But he tries again, this time at least offering a little vulnerability in return.] ... I lost someone a little while ago, too, and — and to be honest, I haven't been... very good at keeping things around that remind me of him yet.

[It's still really raw. He used to have some photos hanging up in his room, but they just remind him of how selfish and cowardly he'd been, how he just stood by and pretty much let his uncle die because of his inaction. He bites his cheek.]

It's good to keep things to remind you, though. You're doing it right.