Yeah. Just him. Out of the two of us, who had walked away from Sylar - twice - still alive? ...Okay, so he'd snapped my neck last time. But still! I'd held my own and I could do it again. Eyes narrowing slightly, I added, "Or me," and then raised my eyebrows defiantly at Peter. Jerk. I was more than capable of taking care of myself.
Claire met Peter's eyes and gave him a little smile. "Hey, he's boring," she joked. "I'm not exactly looking to spend a lot of time in his company."
Heh. I knew I liked this kid.
Catching Peter's gaze, I tilted my head to the side for a second and then nodded. I knew what he was thinking and I'd make him up an amulet tonight. Of course, "It's good to run, Claire, but you also have to learn how to take care of yourself. There's not always going to be someplace to run to."
She looked at me. "Yeah. I know." Nothing more than that, but it made me actually reach out and squeeze her shoulder. Wow, and just like that, I was pretty much invested in her. Crap. Just what I needed.
Seeing Peter rub his forehead, I reached up and took that hand with my own, fingers twining with his. I didn't like to think about that. At all. "If your dad wants to come by and see the tent," I added, "he's more than welcome. I've got good protection up. It's probably one of the safest places on campus now." A little too late for Peter, but I didn't like thinking about that, either.
"I'm sure he will. After everything that happened, he's going to be a little protective." She didn't sound too upset about that, though, and I was hit with a huge wave of missing my own dad. "But he likes you," Claire said to Peter. "I'm sure he'll be fine. He knows I'm safe with you." Said with an unshakable faith.
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Date: 2007-09-03 10:33 am (UTC)Claire met Peter's eyes and gave him a little smile. "Hey, he's boring," she joked. "I'm not exactly looking to spend a lot of time in his company."
Heh. I knew I liked this kid.
Catching Peter's gaze, I tilted my head to the side for a second and then nodded. I knew what he was thinking and I'd make him up an amulet tonight. Of course, "It's good to run, Claire, but you also have to learn how to take care of yourself. There's not always going to be someplace to run to."
She looked at me. "Yeah. I know." Nothing more than that, but it made me actually reach out and squeeze her shoulder. Wow, and just like that, I was pretty much invested in her. Crap. Just what I needed.
Seeing Peter rub his forehead, I reached up and took that hand with my own, fingers twining with his. I didn't like to think about that. At all. "If your dad wants to come by and see the tent," I added, "he's more than welcome. I've got good protection up. It's probably one of the safest places on campus now." A little too late for Peter, but I didn't like thinking about that, either.
"I'm sure he will. After everything that happened, he's going to be a little protective." She didn't sound too upset about that, though, and I was hit with a huge wave of missing my own dad. "But he likes you," Claire said to Peter. "I'm sure he'll be fine. He knows I'm safe with you." Said with an unshakable faith.
Yeah, I was so stuck. Stupid cute kids.