[He almost wishes he could take it back, wary of the sorts of questions she might ask. His defenses are still raised, relaxing slightly as her anger is doused, but not disappearing entirely. Part of him wants her to let out her anger, if only because he can't let out his - not on her, at least. Whatever else he might do, that would never happen. Fortunately the questions serve as a distraction, particularly since there happen to be so many that he barely notices the ones that disappear. He manages to catch the tail end of her gratitude, confusion lasting only a moment before fading away.]
No... Peter can do what he likes with the apartment. He can stay or leave. [There's a brief flash of regret, because overall he did like Peter, but it isn't strong enough to hold him back.] I would like nothing more than for you to move in with me.
[That much is sincere, although her presence would complicate quite a bit. Keeping his night time activities a secret would be nearly impossible, since she would be sure to ask where he was going, and he doubted she would understand if he explained. It would allow him to keep her safe, however - his internal struggle is hidden, but the fact that there is a struggle in general remains evident.]
I would visit you wherever you moved, Helena. Would you visit me whenever you could in return? [Already his resistance begins to disappear, and even if he wanted to, he can't keep himself from closing the last remaining bit of distance between them.]