Over time, Peter's definition of sanity changed; his dreams had taken everything from him, reshaped him and it was hard to see things the way he used to. Peter couldn't help but wonder how many people who went through these dreams ended up crumbling and collapsing under the weight of the other world, or who succumbed to the insanity that plagued the self they dreamed they were. What Peter did know was that all of this was better dealt with on his own. In a moment of weakness, he had gone to the network for help and learned quickly how little they could or would do.
In the aftermath of the attack, Peter had spent the majority of his time doing anything that was asked of him from Cora. When not busy, he spent his time with the laptop from his dreams, slowly relearning all the knowledge he seemed to possess in the realm from his dreams, or just attempting to better control the abilities that came with the progression through the strangeness of Beacon Hills.
Peter noticed the wound on Helena's arm before anything else when she finally opened the door. Though it was partially hidden, it stood out, still new enough to be visible. Seeing it made Peter almost uncomfortable, not because he was squeamish by any means, but out of the fact that he went through great lengths to cover up his own scars and injuries that seeing someone not do the same seemed strange. The cold weather had been a blessing, as it allowed him ways to cover up the scars peaking out of the collar of his shirt that reached up onto his neck. What he noticed second was the way she seemed sleep-deprived, something he had suffered through since his dreams had started. In the beginning, he had struggled to stay awake for as long as possible and he believed it led to his eventual descent.
"Thank you," he replied politely, stepping inside and moving past her into the house. There were some elements that were similar to his own house, especially the modern style. "Your house is very beautiful." The old familiar niceties came naturally to him. Shrugging off his jacket, he debated whether or not to take the scarf off with it. Ultimately, leaving it on would draw more attention so he tucked it into one of the pockets on his jacket, leaving them both by the front door.
"How have you been sleeping?" It was a pointed question, and that was where he deviated from the normal small talk.