We could be a sweet team; melting in your vice dreams, boy [CLOSED]

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WHO: Claire Bennet [risparmiarsi] and Peter Petrelli [sirsognatore]
WHAT: Ice cream to cheer up the soul! Screw chicken soup.
WHERE: The ice cream parlor in the city.
WHEN: Friday evening, 6pm!

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[sirsognatore]

Peter was wary about leaving Adam home alone for a few hours, or however long this get together was going to last. The guy was unpredictable, constantly drunk, and supposedly a pyromaniac or at least threatening to be one just for Peter, baby. He contemplated how ethical it would be to handcuff Adam to the radiator. but decided against it. He'll have to learn to trust him, and Adam will have to learn not to abuse that trust. One wrong move, and the consequences could be dire.

Hopped into his Eclipse, and followed the directions Claire had given him. A cute secretery that Peter had his eye on since he saw her pretty face around the office. Blond, and petite like Elle, but not a thing like her. Sweeter, more so innocent, and looked normal in a broken down town overrun with criminals and druggies.

It was worth a shot.

Two minutes after six, he arrived, parking his car by the bench on which she was sitting. He stepped out of the vehicle, adjusted his shirt, and watch before approaching the apprehensive blond.

Cute. As usual.

"Good evening," he smiled, holding out his hand for her. "Your carriage awaits."

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Looking up from her phone at the sound of a car, she smiled, snapping it shut and putting it back into her bag. Nice car. Wasn't practically vintage like--

No.

Goddamn cars.

"Carriage, huh?" she asked, grinning as she got up and took his hand. "It's a nice car," she went on, nodding.

"Rich family or... save up?" she asked. How he afforded that as just a sodati... She wasn't even sure where he lived.

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Small hand enclosed in his, Peter led her to the passenger door. He let go of her for a brief moment, opening the door for the lady.

"Eh...a little of both," he answered uneasily. Family was never a good topic of discussion for him.

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"That must be nice," she said, slipping into the car, smiling her thank you, and waiting for him to round the car and get in himself.

Not like she had any money from her family. Just some memories and a whole lot of bitterness and pain she didn't think about anymore.

"Don't really have too many more family connections left," she said, giving a small smile.

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Peter hopped into his own car, starting it, and driving off into the muddy streets of Reggio Calabria. He felt calm, peace, despite leaving a pyromaniac at home. The soldier had not been on a proper date in ages. The last one being with a girl in college, and she wound up cheating on him with some crazy painter dude constantly high on heroin or whatever. Wound up being another casualty to the world of organized crime, drugs, and random outbursts of violence. All by the hand of her lover. For weeks - no, months - Peter wondered what he did wrong, what was wrong with him. One of the leading factors in finally making him decide to drop out of college, and join the AMC.

He didn't want to see people hurt. Not like Claire, or that girl from long ago.

"To be honest? Me either," he laughed, taking a turn toward the nicer part of town. "I don't talk to them anymore. Had a bit of a fall out, you can say."

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Seemed they fit together quite well in their troubled past.

Ah, well.

"Yeah, uh... I wish I could have a falling out with them. That would imply that I knew them."

The biological ones, anyway. Her real family she simply missed. Fled from Reggio Calabria after letting her go.

Claire didn't blame them.

"Anyway, you do this often?"

'This' implying 'rescuing fair maidens from their plight via ice cream.'

[sirsognatore]

"You don't know your own family?" Peter asked, sympathy and empathy leaking into tone. It would not surprise him. Mostly everyone he had met had at least one dead relative due to the Post-Apocalyptic environment they now lived in, and called home. His own father had been reported dead not too long ago. 'Heart attack', though Peter seriously doubted that. His family would more than likely lie to the media if it was something that could incriminate their reputation.

The topic of family as an iffy one. He did not mean to go on about it, tear apart stitches over wounds.

Probably wasn't making a good first impression on her either.

"Do what?"

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"Not my real family. My other family I knew," Claire explained, still cryptic somehow. With a small sigh, almost inaudible, she shook her head, smiling again.

They were most likely in Austria by now, if not further. Safe, away from this mess of a city.

She seriously wondered if she'd ever get out herself. The hope was feeble.

"Rescue fair maidens from their troubles with ice cream, of course," she said, sheepish grin on her face as she looked over at him.

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More than one family that Peter knew nothing about. Drop the subject now, or submit himself to more humility. It wasn't a good conversation starter any way. He was supposed to be cheering the secretary up, not putting her in a worse mood than she already was in.

A couple of more minutes, and they'll be in ice cream heaven.

"Oh," Peter chuckled, cheeks reddening slightly. "I'm - nice. I'm just nice, I guess. It's - ah, I probably sound dumb."

Horrible.

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"No," she corrected, shaking her head as she smiled over at him. "No, not at all."

"I think it's sweet," she added then, staring a bit sheepishly into her lap.

"You're right, you are very nice. Makes me wonder what you're doing in this town, but I don't suppose I should be complaining."

It was a very welcome change from the typical, after all.

Not that she knew much about the typical, granted. Still. Reggio Calabria's reputation preceded it.

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Well...that was a relief.

In the distance there was the familiar neon sign of an ice cream cone and the shop's name underneath in curvy letters. Classic like a 1950s diner hundreds of years ago. Peter pulled into the parking lot, parking the car, and shutting off the engine.

"Shall we head inside?" He said, sincere and welcoming.

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"Sure," Claire said with a smile, unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car, walking to the sidewalk and waiting there for Peter to get out and join her.

"It's a nice place, I don't think I've been here before," she said, still smiling.

She hadn't gone out anywhere in ages.

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He got out, circling the car to the sidewalk, to join Claire in her venture to the ice cream parlor. A slight urge to hold her hand, but would that be too forward? Too intrusive? Peter stuffed his hands in his pockets, grinned at her - slightly embarrassed, bashful - and nodded toward the shoppe.

"I've been here a couple of times back in college." With friends, girlfriends - that woman from long ago - and he had not put the place into good use until now.