MCA #4-8, Monday afternoon

[1petrelli1]

There'd been phone calls, and visits. Now Nathan could get down to more practical matters, like his apartment.

His emotional state after those phone calls and visits?

Put it this way: he wasn't wearing a tie.

Yeah. It was that bad.

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[needsaparrot]

Responding to a handwavy voicemail, someone who was still debating the merits of pretending Xander Harris had left the island made his way upstairs from the MCA office and knocked on the door.

Totally still wearing the hat, yes.

[1petrelli1]

Nathan got the door.

He stared.

"Nice hat."

[needsaparrot]

"I'm incognito." He knew damned well he wasn't, but the pretense was kind of vaguely amusing him and thus distracting him from the whole wishing the earth would swallow him thing.

[1petrelli1]

"Fun weekend for you too?" Nathan guessed. He made a gesture of invitation. "I've got beer."

Also harder stuff, but Nathan was saving that for later, when he could finally shut down for a bit.