Westchester, Peter's room, Tuesday afternoon

[repeterpetrelli]

Peter had survived New Year's Eve (huge party, all friends of his parents, nearly unsalvagable except for Nathan's occasional company)and morning (brunch with Nathan and Ma). Now he was back in his room in that in-between state where he didn't know if he wanted to nap or just push through until he got back into the city later that night.

Ultimately, Peter picked procrastinating on the decision. He got his phone off his nightstand and dialed the number of someone he hadn't talked to in way too long.

[for said person]