[Peter just stares, but he doesn't know what the fuck else to do in a situation like this. Needless to say, he doesn't have a lot of experience with werewolf bites. Neither he nor his grandfather had been the type to run around biting people, but Nic had told him stories, what to look out for. Sometimes the bite doesn't take. The wound turns black, and even the blood starts to darken.]

You did good.

[Peter murmurs in a soft response to that almost defensive insistence that he'd cleaned it. He's trying to be reassuring, but the tension is taut. Please, no. Peter isn't sure he can handle this, but he tries not to let on just how scared he is. Roman's demand that he say something finally cuts through the fear.]

Think you can stay the night? Lynda's with Destiny.

[She'd been nearly smothering since he got home, and eventually left him so he could at least get some sleep. He finds that for the first time, he's almost hoping for the fact that Roman's upir. Anything except for the death he sees in the wound. Fear is the mindkiller.]

You can cover it up. I just wanted to see what it looked like.

[Trying to act like nothing's wrong.]