Scott could tell without even looking at her that Allison was clamming up. He could hear her heart beating faster, smell that specific scent that fear gave off coming from her. He still wasn't sure what to do, if he should make a move or not. This was...awkward to say the very least. And tense. He didn't like any part of it. Allison's near-whisper didn't add to his favoring of this situation. But, he decided, if Peter wasn't going to react badly, neither would he. He could at least keep it together that much, even if it was more for Allison's sake than anything else.
Scott could see the uncertainty in Peter, in the way he stood, the way he stepped back, the meek sort of sound to his voice. It made him stop and think about everything he'd been through recently and how he must be feeling at that point. And he kind of felt bad for the guy. He hadn't wanted all this, it had just sort of...happened. One thing leading to another leading to destruction. He bit his lip and, Allison's hand still firmly in his own, he squeezed gently to remind her he was with her, before walking a little closer to him. "She doesn't blame you, you know?"