This place didn't feel much different than Beacon Hills in Peter's opinion. The only real difference was that he wasn't surrounded by people who knew the things he had done and would sooner kill him than anything else, with Scott as the obvious exception. Scott was an ever-frustrating exception that turned into something of an obsession of Peter's that nearly got him killed. A small part of Peter almost wished it had, but he was too proud and too determined to let go. Kate was still alive and he couldn't rest until he put her back in her grave and made sure she stayed there. That was one obsession he would never let go of.
"Running does the same thing for me," he replied. Moving through the forest, dodging trees and surrounded by all the smells with sound almost drowned out was the only time Peter really felt like he could escape the memories that clung to him like his shadow.
Peter laughed at her question, though it could have sounded like a scoff. His priorities didn't allow for for anything that wasted time or kept him from his goals. Everything he did was planned meticulously so that there was little time to himself, which was exactly how he liked it. Open minutes were opportunities for old memories to wrap around him like smoke. "I was learning Russian."