"Peter, so help me if this is you screwing around," Nathan said, in one of many voicemails he'd left on Peter's phone. One call had gone unanswered. Then another. Normally Nathan would've had so much more to worry about, his still undecided election amongst them, but he knew about Peter's paintings and dreams. Some little voice inside of his head ( Read more... )

Petrelli Campaign Headquarters was buzzing with activity. Nathan liked it that way. He was surrounded by smart and driven people doing smart and driven things. Things like getting him elected to Congress.

Then Peter walked in.( Which was like canon, but not )

Nathan came into the house and made a beeline for the sound of Angela's voice.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked, holding up the envelope Peter had given him earlier in the day. "Seriously? Did our lives become an opera and nobody told me?"

"Hello to you too, Nathan," Angela said, calmly. "I see we're ignoring manners this evening."

( We are not, however, ignoring LJ cuts )

Saturday had been devoted to Peter settling in at home and letting Angela catch up with him. Nathan had been more than happy to stay out of that one. Months alone with Angela had reminded Nathan that while he might be the favorite son, Peter was the one who somehow managed to get their mother to occasionally remember how to act like a human ( Read more... )

They had survived graduation. Much as one could call Dean's speech and an invasion of naked Jamies surviving. Oddly as far as the latter was concerned Nathan was actually glad Madrox had gone with naked. That meant there were very good odds that Angela hadn't been looking at the kid's face. At least he assumed that was why she hadn't asked about ( Read more... )

Angela was staying with Nathan during her time in Fandom. Which meant that Nathan had had a near-constant feeling of an impending headache the whole weekend long. It also meant that if he wanted to talk to his little brother in private they had to do so with low voices in the kitchen while Angela was in the living room.

( Which they did )

Nathan had listened to radio. Nathan also knew his little brother. This meant that he could place a good bet on 1) Peter showing up to talk and 2) Peter not getting out of bed early to do it, since he didn't have classes.

Which was why Nathan waited until afternoon to put a pot of coffee on and wait for Peter to arrive.( Which Peter did, in a my-mun-is-too-tired-to-code fashion )

Nathan and Peter were going for a post-dinner walk and talk. It was part of Nathan attempting to bribe Peter to behave.

"It's one event," Nathan said.

[ooc: for certain people. Characters. Whatever.]

Nathan had listened to radio last night.

Nathan was now at his dining room table enjoying brunch, coffee, and the Sunday Times.

He figured he may as well savor the quiet while it lasted.

[for family, MWAHAHAHAHAHA]

Nathan was starting to get used to Fandom. Plus in some ways it was hard for him to realize Peter had grown up at all. So when a weetiny version of his brother came knocking at Nathan's door the spinning of Nathan's mental wheels wasn't about Peter being a little kid as much as it was Peter being a kid right now"Nathan, Nathan, Nathan!" Peter ( Read more... )