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[mimic_peter]

Date: Spring 2007, about six weeks after Peter's capture
Character(s): Peter Petrelli, Claire Bennet
Summary: Captivity does some strange things to people.
Status: In progress
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[mimic_peter]

That wasn't really the first words that he'd expected to come out of her mouth but he'd work with it. It was better then slamming the door in his face or bursting into tears. He was pretty sure that he'd made her cry enough already to last them both a lifetime

[mimic_peter]

"Yeah," Peter agreed softly, deciding right there that he hated how awkward this was. It shouldn't have been like this. She wasn't supposed to be staring at him like he was the bad news that had just ruined her life. He wasn't supposed to feel like turning on his heel and running the other way.

Something was wrong. Seeing Claire again was supposed to be happy, damnit.

He ran his fingers over his hair again, staring at her... neck instead of her face, feeling his lips quirk towards a tiny smile when he saw the necklace. At least that part still made sense.

Peter moved his eyes back to her face after a moment. "You look exactly like I remember," he said softly. Her hair was straight and shorter but he didn't care about that. She was still Claire, and that was all he really cared about.

[mimic_peter]

What the... fuck?

"Claire, I didn't..." Peter stopped, unable to just stand there and watch her cry any longer. He didn't care if she wanted him to do it or not. It was something that he needed to do. He needed to at least try to fix everything, to pick up the pieces of what used to be Claire and glue them back together.

He'd been good at it in the past.

Peter stepped forward, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her close, resting his head against the top of hers. Just like he had a dozen times before. "I didn't leave," he said softly. "You didn't do anything. I swear to God, Claire it wasn't you."

He sighed softly. "I didn't want to go anywhere."

[mimic_peter]

Peter dropped his eyes to the ground almost immediately. "Yeah, I know," he said softly, saying it more to her shoes then her face but after she pulled away from him like that? He'd be surprised if he could actually make himself look at her face again. "It's been a long day," he added, closing his eyes for a moment.

It'd been a long six weeks to be honest. And that one cigarette was probably the last thing he expected her to hold against him.

"I gave the rest of them to a hobo," Peter offered, like that little fact made it better. Something he was starting to think was a bad idea but how the hell was he supposed to know their reunion would go this badly?

[mimic_peter]

Peter glanced around, mostly to be polite rather then being actually interested in her biological father's apartment. She said staying. Staying meant that she didn't consider herself actually living here with her dad, and there was a chance that once they got past this weird awkward thing, then she would be coming back to live with him.

"It's nice," he said finally, looking back at her. Peter managed to get to her shoulder. That was an improvement over her feet, at least.

"It was good of him to take you in. I was worried about you staying alone on the city."