[ He hadn't gone as far as cleaning up any blood he left in the kitchen or on the counter, notably. It couldn't possibly be intentional or deliberate that he set low expectations just so they were easier to surpass; those expectations are the product of his older self, and his behavior tonight has to be as anomalous as every other aspect of his being here. At the same time, it all fits together like that. Like if there were any single person with consistent enough behavior/thinking to have his future actions benefit his past personality, it's Peter.

But all that ranges beyond paranoia and into conspiracy, hard to imagine of the sleepy-looking Peter here. Currently, he is taking up the whole couch, hands folded over the spot where he was stabbed, and if he was watching Chris discover all the pizza left for him before, his eyes are shut by the time Chris looks at him. ]

Where would I run to? Derek and Cora left, everyone else must be dead.

[ Nothing in his voice suggests anything other than lukewarm (not quite cool) reason. No accusation or underlying fear. So, yeah. Taking it well. Or doing a much better job at pretending than any of the actual teenagers would. That's So Peter. He simply continues the conversation in the same tone of voice, as if both parts are equally weighted. ]

Anyway, I don't play basketball anymore... it's not like I need an entire pizza just to not like, die.