Peter closed his eyes briefly. She didn’t know how easily she could be proven wrong, how easily she could just disappear again. He knew she just meant to calm him down, but she didn’t know, and he found no comfort in the empty reassurance. He’d already lost her once. He’d had friends he’d made here torn away by the whim of the Seal before. Cordelia, Priestly, Darcy and her boys... it was so easy for people to just disappear, quite literally without a trace.
Peter squeezed her hand a little tighter and tried to focus on her question instead. He couldn’t let himself think on her smile, on her being alive again, on how he was ever meant to fix the wreckage he’d made of her life. If he focused on just giving her information, maybe he could get through this without slipping back down. He’d only just begun recovering from the mental breakdown Jerry’s arrival had triggered; he was so tired of falling apart at the seams.
“All kinds of things, really. Sometimes it’s things the Seal throws at us. Sometimes it’s monsters native to this world. I’ve seen aliens, werewolves, living shop mannequins, ghosts...” He looked her in the eye, carefully gauging her response to his next word. “Vampires.”