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[mamapetrelli]

Date: Winter 2005
Characters: Angela Petrelli, Peter Petrelli
Summary: After her meeting with Alexander Vorena, Angela seeks at least one son's support.
Status: Completed
Private (open to phonecalls)

There were a select number of things Angela never did. One was to lunch out, on her own, on a Monday. Another was to seek a lawyer's advice on ending forty

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[mimic_peter]

Peter was fairly certain that his mother was psychic at times. Not even twelve hours after he'd complained--well.. noted. Yeah, he noted the lack of any calls about family dinner from his mother to Claire. Complaining would've meant that he wanted to go to dinner, which he didn't. Ever. He merely noted the fact that she hadn't called and that was curious because she always called.

And then she did call and it wasn't about dinner. It was about cleaning his apartment because she was coming to visit him and that just confounded Peter further because his family made it a point not to go to him. He always went to them, not the other way around. Stopping by his apartment meant that something big was going on.

Peter wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to know the big news, delivered in person like that meant it couldn't possibly be a good thing but he did know that the anxiety that came with waiting for his mother to show up just about killed him. He had a habit of making things worse in his mind then they really were and without something

[mamapetrelli]

"Hello, Peter." She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek before stepping further into his apartment, deciding then and there not to mention anything about the neighborhood he'd chosen or his absence from the family table. He was old enough to manage his life on his own terms - and wasn't that precisely the kind of statement his father would never concede to?

"How are you? I hope I didn't scare you unduly on the phone earlier," she smiled sitting down on his lumpy couch. It was oddly comfortable. Of course, her statement led to believe there was something to be scare about, which was perhaps the wrong impression to leave him with. "I have to tell you something rather important, I'm afraid. I wouldn't have imposed, but this couldn't wait."

[mimic_peter]

"I'm... fine," Peter answered, turning his back to his mother as he closed the front door and redid the chain and locks because the look on his face would probably give away how not fine he really was. With that whole... not having a job and not having any money thing that was going on.

When he turned around, the smile was back on his face and he went to sit on the edge of coffee table in front of the couch. He'd spent far too much time on that piece of furniture in the past couple of weeks to want to sit on it unless his mother insisted. Which he doubted she would. Maybe scold him for sitting on a table instead of a chair.

His eyebrow went up and he eyed her for a moment before reaching out, placing his hand on top of hers.

"You're kind of worrying me here, Mom," he said. Kind of being the understatement of the century. "What is it?"

[mamapetrelli]

Covering his hand with her own, Angela almost felt a pang of regret. It wasn't right, surely it wasn't right, to be asking her grown up children to take sides. Unfortunately, no one was asking.

"I'm divorcing your father," she replied on a sigh, hoping her expression was appropriately serious and not at all testifying of the relief she felt at finally taking this step. Forty years of her life soon to be reduced to a scrapped contract and she felt barely concerned. Perhaps it was over-confidence. Perhaps it hadn't sunk in yet.

"It's not a whim," she added, reassuring him as much as herself. "I've been thinking about it for a long time." Twenty-three years to be precise.

[mimic_peter]

Peter's eyes widened immediately. His parents were getting divorced? His parents. The ones who lived their lives by avoiding scandal--that whole defending mobsters thing notwithstanding--and who genuinely seemed to care about each other, what times he'd seen them together, which honestly hadn't been all that often. In his entire life, come to think of it. His dad was always traveling.

And really, it wasn't exactly surprising that their marriage was ending. Which made him feel a little guilty because it probably should've been.

"Are you sure?" he asked, despite her reassurance.

"I mean..." he added, correcting himself a moment later. "What did he do?" He hadn't meant for the question to come out like that, like the entire thing was his dad's fault but it was the more likely thing. Since his dad was... well, his dad.