[ Peter stills at that, goes silent with the confession as he watches Charlie, frowning.

It's a long moment before he lets out a breath, some of the tension easing its way out of him. ]

You could've said something, you know. You should've just— told me.

And I would've told you that was all bullshit, and that I can take care of myself.

[ A beat. Then, ]

... Not counting present circumstances.