It's moments such as these that Peter wonders why he has to be so earnest in wanting things to turn out perfectly. He's at the restaurant, one that's not too fancy or too trashy, a good fifteen minutes early for a dinner date with Hesam and his sister Haleh
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"This is your fault asshole." Gabriel Gray paced the concrete slab of a cell, muttering under his breath about all of Peter Petrelli's real and supposed faults. It drove him further into anger when Peter just laid on the thin cot that passed for a mattress with his hands linked behind his head and a smug look on his face
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