[ Ignoring Sylar's other question for a few moments in favor of going to dig through the fridge, Peter sighs, closing his eyes for the length of a heartbeat before he sets to digging around, pushing aside butter and milk and beer until the syrup reveals itself in the back of fridge, and he drags it out to set it on the counter. ]
Yeah, it'd be different at home. It always was different. Doesn't mean that it's any better here, just because we all get to know. You think I tell people about everything i've done?
[ He still rarely talked about the explosion in Kirby Plaza, or what happened with Simone. But admittedly, Peter was eyeing breakfast, and simultaneously eyeing Sylar. This wasn't his usual morning routine and it set him slightly off kilter. ]
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[ Ignoring Sylar's other question for a few moments in favor of going to dig through the fridge, Peter sighs, closing his eyes for the length of a heartbeat before he sets to digging around, pushing aside butter and milk and beer until the syrup reveals itself in the back of fridge, and he drags it out to set it on the counter. ]
Yeah, it'd be different at home. It always was different. Doesn't mean that it's any better here, just because we all get to know. You think I tell people about everything i've done?
[ He still rarely talked about the explosion in Kirby Plaza, or what happened with Simone. But admittedly, Peter was eyeing breakfast, and simultaneously eyeing Sylar. This wasn't his usual morning routine and it set him slightly off kilter. ]