Objectively, Peter knew Scott was right. He would never have willingly hurt anyone like that. Memory was a tricky, bitchy mistress though, trying to sort out what was him and what was just the monster. And either way... it was still his own fault that he'd been turned.
He still hardly dared look at them, even though it was pretty clear at this point that neither of them were feeling at all aggressive towards him. He still couldn't fathom it. He'd seen some of the things people had talked about before, when he was still the monster. The anger and the hurt he'd caused wouldn't just go away. But no one had challenged or threatened him at all since. At least, not where he could see. But that didn't make interaction any easier.
He had to relearn how to do this though, because Allison was right; he would run into them again. All of the survivors, the people who'd been affected by what he'd become... there was no way he wouldn't run into them at some point or another, unless the Seal took them or him back. He knew there was no making things right again, no making it up to them. The least he could do was try to face them. He wasn't ready for it yet though. Many of them might not be either. "Still," he said softly, "I'm sorry. I... I don't want to make things any worse for you." He swayed a bit, uncertain if he should get out of their way or what.