Peter could own up to the creep thing, you know since he was kind of known for hanging out on rooftops at night and not telling people his name. He was a bit of a creep, but a nice one. And he felt better with the confirmation that yes, he was nice even if he was a creep. It might not be exactly the sort of thing you wanted to hear about yourself, but Peter would take it.
Especially now while he was tired and achey and wanting to just go back to bed. There was too much to do though, he needed to get to Carol's and make sure she was okay, and Miles, and figure out what the hell was happening to them and just on and on and on.
He smiled though when Claire assured him she was being honest with him, "Not going to argue with my nurse." He assured her, if she was an expert then so be it. "You think I'm cute." He said after a moment, the thought bubbling back up to the surface of his brain while many of the others drifted just a bit, he was probably going to end up napping, he could feel the pull of sleep on him, and with the weight of the body aches and the fever he was having a harder time resisting than he might have normally.