Too bad it hadn't worked on Peter. This conversation would just be so much easier if they were discussing something like... freaking talking dogs, and very much not the topic of when Nathan was going to leave, or Sylar or anything. This had all been easier before these damn powers. Heidi wouldn't have ended up in that wheelchair, Peter wouldn't have been bound and determined to save the world. Claire wouldn't have survived that fire. But, damn, cruel and cold-hearted as it was to admit to himself, weren't things a lot simpler when she wasn't around too? Imagine trying to explain an illegitimate daughter to your wife and your two boys.
"Yeah, but mine aren't about blowing myself up all over New York," Nathan muttered back under his breath, and sighed. Dreams. Just dreams. That came true, in the long run, usually, when Peter had them. He'd said something about seeing Nathan fly, six months ago when he and Heidi had had their accident. The dreams about Peter exploding. God only knew what else he had up his sleeves.
And... where the hell had that come from? Peter was twisting his head and Nathan glanced to him right back, eyebrows furrowed and mouth crinkling into a mockery of a laugh that never seemed to quite reach his eyes. "Where the hell did that come from? Jesus, Pete, I swear, you're so random sometimes." Said, of course, in that way that sounded joshing but was really threatening to beat Peter into submission if he didn't stow it, and fast.
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Date: 2007-08-11 07:37 pm (UTC)"Yeah, but mine aren't about blowing myself up all over New York," Nathan muttered back under his breath, and sighed. Dreams. Just dreams. That came true, in the long run, usually, when Peter had them. He'd said something about seeing Nathan fly, six months ago when he and Heidi had had their accident. The dreams about Peter exploding. God only knew what else he had up his sleeves.
And... where the hell had that come from? Peter was twisting his head and Nathan glanced to him right back, eyebrows furrowed and mouth crinkling into a mockery of a laugh that never seemed to quite reach his eyes. "Where the hell did that come from? Jesus, Pete, I swear, you're so random sometimes." Said, of course, in that way that sounded joshing but was really threatening to beat Peter into submission if he didn't stow it, and fast.