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Peter Petrelli ([personal profile] askedtobe) wrote in [personal profile] cargojet 2012-07-01 03:12 am (UTC)

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[ Giving Nathan a carefully concerned look as he took another slow sip of soup, he swallowed a second later and set the bowl carefully back down in his lap. He was still worried about his ability to keep it down, but most of his focus had fallen back onto Nathan.

Maybe he was supposed to be telling his brother off by now, that if he didn't go get the cure he'd have the same chance of dying as everyone else had. That he could get worse still, and that it wouldn't matter if he wasn't all that bad now, or that the cure still sucked. That Nathan, if he pushed this too hard, could deteriorate just like Peter had. Even if it took weeks. But he just didn't have the energy to fight it. Not right now. Just like he didn't have the energy to fight with Nathan about anything; which was why he desperately still wanted his brother around.

At the question, he gave his head a slight shake, staring back at his soup.
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Haven't seen anyone else.

[ Shrugging absently, he took another sip as he looked up again. In all truth, he wouldn't know who he'd even want to have come seen him. He just wasn't good at making friends anymore, or at least that's what it felt like. ] Saw Claire before everyone got sick, though.

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