(closed, incomplete)
WHO: Peter Petrelli and Adam Monroe.
WHAT: A lesson in history.
WHERE: Adam and Eve's.
WHEN: Day 165; late evening.
Honestly, the mustache did not scare Peter. He was not running in fear, screaming like a silver screen starlet, or anything ridiculous like that. It was just really, really odd to see something growing on Adam's face after being so used to smooth skin. So, yes, he'd admit that he locked himself in their bedroom, and would refuse to come out until that thing was shaved, but really. Peter was not fond of rug burn.
After their talk over the journals over history -- specifically Adam's history -- it sparked something. Peter was curious, having not really know anything about Adam's past except for the Company and Yaeko. It was over four hundred years of countless Adam Monroes he did not know and will never know fully unless his time manipulation works again, but the chances of that coming back was doubtful.
Opening the door slowly, he peaked his head out.
"Adam?"
WHAT: A lesson in history.
WHERE: Adam and Eve's.
WHEN: Day 165; late evening.
Honestly, the mustache did not scare Peter. He was not running in fear, screaming like a silver screen starlet, or anything ridiculous like that. It was just really, really odd to see something growing on Adam's face after being so used to smooth skin. So, yes, he'd admit that he locked himself in their bedroom, and would refuse to come out until that thing was shaved, but really. Peter was not fond of rug burn.
After their talk over the journals over history -- specifically Adam's history -- it sparked something. Peter was curious, having not really know anything about Adam's past except for the Company and Yaeko. It was over four hundred years of countless Adam Monroes he did not know and will never know fully unless his time manipulation works again, but the chances of that coming back was doubtful.
Opening the door slowly, he peaked his head out.
"Adam?"