Scott was right and Allison knew it. Nobody could hide forever. While she was pretty collected and believed herself to be handling herself well, she was still a little shaky on the inside. She had to confront her fears stemming from that night. That didn’t mean confronting Peter. He wasn’t the monster he had been that night, but his human self. It would be meaningless and only stir up trouble. She had a feeling that the man couldn’t take much more guilt before he snapped from the weight of all of it. Instead, Allison knew she had to focus on smoothing out the troubles. Gently, not in a confrontational way.
“I have a feeling things are getting better from here on out.” She smiled tentatively, still not exactly a ray of sunshine. A brush with death was a brush with death. It would have taken a lot out of anyone. She sometimes had to remind herself that she was doing well to combat the feelings of shame and weakness, but generally she knew that she was doing better. It was apparent that Scott was doing better. Peter... Well, she could only hope the same for him.