[ It's something he'd have to look into. If Claire knew about a future... Well, it was possible, wasn't it? The look she'd given him back in the Jump bay. He frowned at Peter quietly, then offered his hand out to him, patting him on the shoulder. ]
Forget it. You're better now, it's all that matters.
[ But Nathan wasn't quite done yet. He wanted Peter to really know how he felt, and frankly he'd done a damn rubbish job of it so far. He hadn't told Peter half the things he wished he'd told him. And so he looked at him quietly for a few seconds longer, as though gathering the nerve, and looked away from him before he actually opened his mouth to convey them. ]
You know when you woke up after the coma... You freaked out, decided you had to get away from everyone. You remember that? I do. I remember thinking that it was everyone else's fault for uh... For letting you go off and do your own thing when you needed a stronger hand than that. Like you being given that damn painting when it meant you'd go off to Texas and get yourself killed. Ma was furious. She said that if you didn't get yourself killed first then she was going to kill you.
Can't say I was that happy about it either. I sat by your bed watching you dying for two weeks and you just jump up and vanish without a word. This? Getting to actually talk to you now you've woken up? It's nice. And I... [ He looked back at Peter bleakly. ] I didn't want to get my hopes up, just in case it never happened this time. You always come back to me, and I can't stand the fact that one of these days you won't.
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Forget it. You're better now, it's all that matters.
[ But Nathan wasn't quite done yet. He wanted Peter to really know how he felt, and frankly he'd done a damn rubbish job of it so far. He hadn't told Peter half the things he wished he'd told him. And so he looked at him quietly for a few seconds longer, as though gathering the nerve, and looked away from him before he actually opened his mouth to convey them. ]
You know when you woke up after the coma... You freaked out, decided you had to get away from everyone. You remember that? I do. I remember thinking that it was everyone else's fault for uh... For letting you go off and do your own thing when you needed a stronger hand than that. Like you being given that damn painting when it meant you'd go off to Texas and get yourself killed. Ma was furious. She said that if you didn't get yourself killed first then she was going to kill you.
Can't say I was that happy about it either. I sat by your bed watching you dying for two weeks and you just jump up and vanish without a word. This? Getting to actually talk to you now you've woken up? It's nice. And I... [ He looked back at Peter bleakly. ] I didn't want to get my hopes up, just in case it never happened this time. You always come back to me, and I can't stand the fact that one of these days you won't.