For some odd, inexplicable reason, Peter suddenly felt the need to clarify that Sylar probably didn't munch on brains. Likely it was because Peter had come close to a brainless fate himself, and the thought of his brains being eaten just made him queasy. It was really something he didn't want to think about.
God, he felt pathetic. All he wanted was to talk with Nathan, and here he was, breaking down on his poor brother. It had probably been a long time coming, between the last few months and what had happened here. Emotions were likely to go haywire, and Peter's tended to do so more often than not. Still, Nathan's rather unique of comfort - arms around shoulders and no-nonsense words bordering on insulting - were calming his nerves.
"Thanks," Peter whispered, attempting to summon up a smile. It came out rather tremulous. He wasn't holding out hope that Nathan would stay just for him, but maybe for a minute he could pretend, and ignore everything else pressing on his mind. ...Had he ever thanked Nathan for finding him here? Or flying him up when he was exploding? He really should. Because that had been amazing. "Sometimes I have these dreams," Peter continued, apropos of absolutely nothing, "Nightmares, I guess. Where you leave, but the last thing we ever said to each other was an argument. Not the future kind of dreams, but... they really suck," he said miserably. "I don't want that to happen."
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Date: 2007-08-11 06:40 pm (UTC)God, he felt pathetic. All he wanted was to talk with Nathan, and here he was, breaking down on his poor brother. It had probably been a long time coming, between the last few months and what had happened here. Emotions were likely to go haywire, and Peter's tended to do so more often than not. Still, Nathan's rather unique of comfort - arms around shoulders and no-nonsense words bordering on insulting - were calming his nerves.
"Thanks," Peter whispered, attempting to summon up a smile. It came out rather tremulous. He wasn't holding out hope that Nathan would stay just for him, but maybe for a minute he could pretend, and ignore everything else pressing on his mind. ...Had he ever thanked Nathan for finding him here? Or flying him up when he was exploding? He really should. Because that had been amazing. "Sometimes I have these dreams," Peter continued, apropos of absolutely nothing, "Nightmares, I guess. Where you leave, but the last thing we ever said to each other was an argument. Not the future kind of dreams, but... they really suck," he said miserably. "I don't want that to happen."