Huh, Nathan didn't sound too happy about answering that question. Peter didn't really blame him; it had to suck, trying to take care of your little brother that apparently had a death-wish, and spend time with family, too. He couldn't relate to the whole wife-and-kids thing, but he missed them as well - he liked being an Uncle.
So he just made a quiet sound of agreement, trying to keep an eye out for a familiar door. Not that he'd actually been in his room all that much - maybe for an hour or so, before he promptly devoted the rest of his time to capturing Sylar. But... trust Nathan to lead them down the right hallway.
Veering sharply and trying to take Nathan with him, Peter slapped a hand against a door they nearly passed. "I think this is it," he grinned crookedly, as if he expected Nathan to be proud of finding the right door as he fumbled with the doorknob. Stupid... thing wasn't goddamn working.
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Date: 2007-07-31 03:51 pm (UTC)So he just made a quiet sound of agreement, trying to keep an eye out for a familiar door. Not that he'd actually been in his room all that much - maybe for an hour or so, before he promptly devoted the rest of his time to capturing Sylar. But... trust Nathan to lead them down the right hallway.
Veering sharply and trying to take Nathan with him, Peter slapped a hand against a door they nearly passed. "I think this is it," he grinned crookedly, as if he expected Nathan to be proud of finding the right door as he fumbled with the doorknob. Stupid... thing wasn't goddamn working.