To tell the truth, Peter hadn't been fine for over six years now. While well aware of the passage of all those years, the fire still felt like it was only moments ago. The heat of the flames and the stench of burning skin and hair still wafted around him, always just at his back and no matter how fast or how far he ran, Peter could never escape it. Since that day, it was almost as if he had one foot in the past and one in the future which left Peter Hale in the present a nonexistent entity. The promises of the future made lingering in the present impossible to do. In the future, he would stand tall under the weight of all the people he couldn't save in the fire. In the future, there would be no Argent or hunter left who had participated in the decimation of his family. In the future, he could finally rest.
But this wasn't the future.
Peter's brief ties to the present, his senses and observations, were right now trained on this young man. As an Omega wolf, Peter had nothing to say about being or staying an outcast. Sometimes he preferred it that way, but there were times that he missed the company of family, people he could trust. But trust and Peter Hale had not been friends for a very long time.
The one thing that was almost always infallible were those senses of his — even when they betrayed him like they had earlier — and he counted on them. When the other man seemed to blur and disappear only to return in barely any time, Peter briefly had to debate whether it was a failure of his body or if there was something exceptional about this other person.
Accepting the coffee with a quick "Thank you," even though he didn't particularly want it, Peter studied the other man. He remembered someone he spoke to on his first day here who claimed to run at a speed faster than any human could boast. The werewolf had seen members of his kind move with such quick speed, but nothing quite on the same level as this. "I don't need anything, no, but I am curious: how would you like a race to the end of the block?"