"That's true," Peter answered. Many of the times Peter ran, it wasn't for exercise but for survival and while he loved the sense of detachment that came with it, the threats were always very real and never-ending. Though he might have been considered a predator, Peter was more often hunted though he couldn't exactly blame those that came after him, considering he didn't hesitate to leave bodies in his wake if there was no other way. Peter had blood on his hands, but he didn't kill people for fun or because he liked it, no matter what anyone else believed. If he was backed into a corner, he reacted like any wild animal would.
There were few people Peter ever cared enough about to miss and the majority of them have been dead for a long time now. Since that fire, Peter had been careful to never really get close to anyone, to stay detached, because losing his family had hurt him more than he would ever admit. That day, his entire world burned to the ground along with that house and he carried with him scars that would never go away.
He stayed silent for a while, glancing at her ring absently but did his best to keep the solemn look from off his face. "I'm sorry to hear that," was his cordial response to her comment. He considered telling here that there was no one he really cared about in this world, let alone Beacon Hills before the phone rang again. "It seems we will have to continue this conversation another time." With one final look and smile in her direction, he turned back to the computer, pulling open a transcript and accepting the call. "9-1-1, what's your emergency?"