Scott saw him first, and when he moved to shield Allison, it broke Peter out of his paralysis. He stepped back, lowering his eyes, but he didn't run. He wasn't sure if it would make things better or worse, so he'd wait. He chanced the quickest glance at their faces, saw the fear in Allison's eyes, and it felt like everything in him turned to concrete, weighing him down and keeping him from moving.
Then Allison spoke his name. He looked up, and his eyes were drawn to her hand at her throat, the thick bandage on her neck. He couldn't hold back the flinch this time. Looking back down at the ground, he tried to find his voice. He had to apologize, at the very least. Not just to Allison, but to Scott as well. The kid had pursued him across half the city that night before Peter - before the vampire, had knocked him out. He'd hurt both of them. He'd thought it a fine game.
He stood there for a long moment, eyes lowered, mouth opening and closing. "Hi," he finally managed to whisper back, but that was all. His throat locked up. He could remember the taste of her blood, the feel of her skin under his fangs. He didn't want to - just thinking about it made his stomach turn - but it was stuck in his mind. Peter tried to hold back a whimper and nearly choked on it, gasping in a breath. He couldn't look at her. He stumbled back another step, putting more distance between them.