[ Like he'd done before, Peter took his lunch break at work to go meet Claire at the underground mall. Teleporting made quick work of the time getting there, so it wasn't as if he had to worry about how much time he'd have to eat versus get back, but none of that was really on his mind.
Just two days ago, he'd killed someone with Sylar. Killed someone. And it still resonated strongly in the back of his mind, so that he thought about it at all the wrong times. He was almost concerned that he might think about it loud enough that someone else might hear. But now that he was meeting Claire, he almost worried even more so that she'd be able to smell it on him. That she would just know.
But they were all paranoid concerns, things he knew intrinsically would never happen. So as he walked up to where they were meeting, he shoved it all aside to focus on whatever it was she wanted to talk about. He knew trips home for them came at a cost to their sanity - his sure had - and so he was happy to let Claire talk about whatever she'd need to. ]
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Just two days ago, he'd killed someone with Sylar. Killed someone. And it still resonated strongly in the back of his mind, so that he thought about it at all the wrong times. He was almost concerned that he might think about it loud enough that someone else might hear. But now that he was meeting Claire, he almost worried even more so that she'd be able to smell it on him. That she would just know.
But they were all paranoid concerns, things he knew intrinsically would never happen. So as he walked up to where they were meeting, he shoved it all aside to focus on whatever it was she wanted to talk about. He knew trips home for them came at a cost to their sanity - his sure had - and so he was happy to let Claire talk about whatever she'd need to. ]
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