"I know," Peter agreed as she told him how sweet she was. "I knew it that night when I found you standing on the street and suggesting I might just be a murdering creep. I said to myself Pete, that girl - she's a real sweetheart." He grinned, a wide shit-eating grin at her playing it up in an attempt to make her laugh. Or at the very least himself, a momentary bit of levity in a time when all he wanted to do was sleep the days away in hopes it'd leave him feeling a little less like death warmed over.
It was a strange time, people being sick, Peter didn't like it - he didn't like being sick himself, but what he disliked more than that was knowing those who were closest to him were sick too. He might joke about it a little - but it honestly terrified him if he looked at it too closely. What it meant for them and the future, not just of this town but of their worlds and yeah - it was a deep and dark hole that Peter did not want to get anywhere near close enough to looking down into.
So instead he just nodded when she laid claim to some of his clothes. "I suppose you probably have, considering you keeping us alive and all that." Peter agreed with a grin. "I could hardly say no at this point."