Peter freezes. He just stares--and he's worried that it's a creepy, inhuman stare--but his brows are furrowed and red eyes nonwithstanding, looks sad. He feels partly to blame, Flynn was here and he should have protected him and he failed, he should have listened to Stephen and John but he didn't--

--and as much as he wanted to say the right words to make it all better. But he can't.

What can he possibly say to make this better?

Maybe Flynn's right and he's in danger right now from him. That weird emptiness, the ragged, frayed feeling in his core, in his soul--

But Peter's stubborn, and he shakes his head.

"Okay. Okay, just..."

A sigh.

"Please don't blame yourself."