"What?" Peter cut in, quite abruptly snapping out of his own thoughts. "Sylar was here?" Jesus christ, he must have stepped out of the room for a bit when that asshole made his appearance. And while he technically knew that there was nothing permanent that Sylar could do to Claire, that didn't mean Peter was going be any less protective about this.
What Rachel had just said was good advice. Gently wrapping his hands around Claire's shoulders, Peter leaned down slightly so that he could look her in the eye. "Rachel's right," he agreed, brooking absolutely no argument about this. "If you see Sylar, you just walk away from him. And then you run. You run, and you come and get me, okay?"
Not that Peter would be able to beat off Sylar, but he'd at least be able to distract him long enough for Claire to get away. He wondered if there was a way to twist one of his powers to know when Claire was in danger. Taking his hands from Claire's shoulders, Peter turned his head slightly to look at Rachel, an idea clearly lurking behind his expression. Maybe she could make some kind of amulet to warn whenever Sylar was near Claire.
Thoughts about Sylar still rattling around his mind, Peter rubbed at his forehead - stupid spoons, he still couldn't eat with one - and grinned at Claire. "Your dad's a good guy. I don't know if he'd be okay with you crashing on our couch, but I'll try convince him." Now he was going to have to charm Claire's adoptive parents and reassure them that Claire was safe with him. That shouldn't be too hard, hopefully.
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Date: 2007-09-03 10:23 am (UTC)What Rachel had just said was good advice. Gently wrapping his hands around Claire's shoulders, Peter leaned down slightly so that he could look her in the eye. "Rachel's right," he agreed, brooking absolutely no argument about this. "If you see Sylar, you just walk away from him. And then you run. You run, and you come and get me, okay?"
Not that Peter would be able to beat off Sylar, but he'd at least be able to distract him long enough for Claire to get away. He wondered if there was a way to twist one of his powers to know when Claire was in danger. Taking his hands from Claire's shoulders, Peter turned his head slightly to look at Rachel, an idea clearly lurking behind his expression. Maybe she could make some kind of amulet to warn whenever Sylar was near Claire.
Thoughts about Sylar still rattling around his mind, Peter rubbed at his forehead - stupid spoons, he still couldn't eat with one - and grinned at Claire. "Your dad's a good guy. I don't know if he'd be okay with you crashing on our couch, but I'll try convince him." Now he was going to have to charm Claire's adoptive parents and reassure them that Claire was safe with him. That shouldn't be too hard, hopefully.