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Peter Petrelli ([personal profile] askedtobe) wrote in [personal profile] cargojet 2013-07-04 09:35 pm (UTC)

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[ The temptation to sock Nathan and be done with this bullshit was nearly excruciating.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't bullshit. Peter knew that it wasn't, knew that it mattered to him just like it always had, but it was making his insides crawl, like his internal organs were trying to vacate and hide in the back of his skull, crowding out all the room until there was nothing left but a dull thudding of pain. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense, and Nathan could go on about ice skating until the cows came home, but it wouldn't change a thing. It wouldn't.

Nathan was his big brother; he loved him, he'd missed him more than he could put words too, but it didn't put the world back into place. It didn't set it spinning in just the right motion and Adam had at least proved one thing -- he needed to stop relying on other people. Even the ones who he thought mattered the most.
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Yeah, you can let go.

[ He could hover after all; it was practically the first thing he'd learned how to do. After falling. He shot a glance down towards the trees and shook his head, unbelievingly. Maybe he really did have to figure out how to do this on his own. ]

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