Even as Scott stepped closer, Peter was still inching back. He couldn't help it, wanting the distance as much for himself as out of respect for Allison. And he heard what they were saying, he did, but it didn't make him feel any better. If anything it brought on another little wave of guilt. Before Allison could even finish speaking he was shaking his head emphatically. "Don't," he whispered, far too quiet for human ears - though with Scott's abilities, no doubt he'd caught it at least. But there were some things he needed to say, despite how inadequate they were. Eyes still lowered, he tried to pick his voice up a little - his words were mainly for Allison.
"Don't do that. Blame yourself. Not your fault." He sighed, closing his eyes. His thoughts were such a mess anymore, conflicting and shifting and giving him just a constant headache. He remembered hurting her, remembered loving it then, and he hated it now. It was so fucking hard to reconcile the memories from that time with his human self. He tried to shove it back; he could wait until he'd retreated to his hiding place at Piffy's complex to fall apart again.
"I'm sorry," he said, miserable and quiet. "I didn't mean to..." he trailed off, the words hanging in the air. He couldn't say it. Awkwardly, he switched gears mid-apology. "Didn't mean to run into you two. I was just out for a walk." The words were feeble and it was pretty obvious that wasn't what he'd intended to say, though they were no less true.