[ Peter holds his gaze for a second longer, and he should leave well enough alone. Probably. He should turn around and just go.

But more and more lately, that pesky thing he calls a conscience keeps rearing its head, and he shoves out a breath between his teeth. He forces himself to calm down, and when he speaks again, it's far more level. ]

I'm not gonna just leave you here, dude.

Listen. I won't call anyone, and I won't tell anyone you were out here, but only if you let me help.