Vlad hadn't wanted to change their routine, because when routines changed - that was when people could tell something was wrong. Emil's death was the only time Peter had gotten a break from work, and even that was only a few days - the effect of the cold water and subsequent strain had confined him to bed. He'd hated it, and just because the power had gone out yesterday didn't mean time had to stop. At least if it happened again, Peter and Helena would be safe in his apartment.
The incident in the stairwell hadn't been forgotten, and he knew Helena had to be thinking about it, at least. Whether or not she would ask about it was something he'd decided to wait for - but it seemed as though he didn't have to wait any longer.
He was in the kitchen, pouring himself yet another cup off coffee when she asked, but he took his time responding; waiting until he'd finished and returned to the table before saying anything.