"Fuck," Peter murmured to himself as he watched Claire disappearing out of her door, leaving him alone in her apartment. He hadn't wanted to make her cry. He'd just wanted to see her, and now this had happened. The fact that he hadn't seen Claire look anything but completely invulnerable for years now meant that he was even more ill equipped to deal with a Claire that was clearly upset.
After just a moment's hesitation, however, he ran after her, hearing the apartment door bang shut behind him as he made his way down the corridor. "Claire, wait!" he called, watching the swish and flick of her blonde hair as she ran a few paces in front of him. She was heading for the elevator and, although he knew she'd have to stop when she got there, he didn't want her to get that far. Putting all his energy into a spurt of speed, he got close enough behind her that he was able to reach out and grab her hand. "Stop, Claire," he said, pulling her around to face him, probably a little more roughly than he'd planned to. "Don't run..." he added, his eyes wide as he implored her. "Talk to me."