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[morelikeasponge]

[OOM: Back home, Peter talks with his mother, his niece, and his brother. Spoilers for 1.19, ".07%."]It's been an hour or so since Peter first returned to the bar; now he's found his way outside, and onto the Milliways roof. It's a quiet night -- quiet and peaceful

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[gonna_live]

Werewolves were around or something, the last couple of nights -- but today the notice up on the board was down; Kaylee took some time to sit by the lake and brood. She's on her way in now -- full dark is kind of boring.

But somebody's on the roof.

She squints. Moon's still close to full, so -- "Hello? -- Peter? That you?" Hopefully. Audibly hopefully.

[morelikeasponge]

Peter doesn't lift his head. It's a few moments before he answers.

"It's me."

[gonna_live]

...well. At least he's back, even if he doesn't sound happy?

There's a ladder close by, she knows. "Mind if I come up, or is this a...you bein' by yourself thing?"

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Still muffled: "Doesn't matter."

[gonna_live]

Kaylee narrowly resists the urge to facepalm, and heads for the ladder.

"Glad you're back," she says, as she settles crosslegged next to him. "Everything go all right?"

Beat.

"...and are you gonna come back all bloody every time?"

[morelikeasponge]

"Some of it's mud."

[gonna_live]

Kaylee shifts, fishing in her pocket, and comes out with a handkerchief. She holds it out. "Clean, even." Quiet. "Want to talk about it?"

[morelikeasponge]

Peter lifts his head. Sullenly: "I didn't come back all bloody."

He takes the hankerchief, gives it an uncertain look, and swipes at his face. It doesn't really help.

[gonna_live]

"Muddy, then." Her hands fold in her lap.

[morelikeasponge]

"No, I mean it was after I got back."

The problem of correcting the misunderstanding distracts him from his massive sulk; he sounds a little more normal.

[gonna_live]

"...oh." Kaylee blinks. "The other one get the worst of it, then?"

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Kaylee's getting eyed for signs of joking.

"Hardly."

The sulkiness is bad.

[gonna_live]

Well. She's not.

"...wasn't Sylar, was it?"

Because seriously -- who else could tangle with Peter, considering everything he can do, and get that kind of answer out of Peter?

Besides everybody.

[morelikeasponge]

Long-suffering sigh.

"It was Claude." He bats at the collar of his shirt with the hankerchief.

[gonna_live]

"I thought you said -- he was gone."

[morelikeasponge]

"He is." Peter tries to scrub the dirt off his shoulders, and gives up. He frowns at the hankerchief. "Except for here."