[ With Claire literally pressed against his chest, Peter can't let go of the sigh of relief that he wants to because Sylar is alive. Instead, he holds his breath like he should be doing, letting some rush of forced anger wrestle its way to the surface. ]
Claire, i'm sorry. [ Cheek resting on top of her head, Peter finally sighed, easily sounding more than a little sympathetic. ] Guess I don't need to ask how things went, then.
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Claire, i'm sorry. [ Cheek resting on top of her head, Peter finally sighed, easily sounding more than a little sympathetic. ] Guess I don't need to ask how things went, then.