Oh, he remembered that night in the sewers. He remembered wanting to die and the immense pain of it. It gave him a violent sense of deja vu to once against be just like this with Peter and in pain. At least this time there was no rebar running him through.

"What's for you to gain right now by acting up?" he countered as he shifted slightly to face Peter at a more direct angle. He felt oddly exposed and at a disadvantage. "You would definitely lose your regular fuck. Those kids might try to kill you again. The Sheriff might get involved. Now's not a great time."

There wasn't anything going on in Beacon Hills at the moment. No huge evil plot that would destroy the town or threaten lives. It just didn't seem like there was any move for Peter to make in whatever his long term plans were.

"Seems better to just wait. Knowing you, you'll see your opportunity." While he didn't agree with Peter's plans and reasons, he could admire his skill in executing them. He was good at what he did. Brutal but good.