Peter's apartment, NYC, Thursday evening

[repeterpetrelli]

Peter hadn't been counting down the hours until Sam got there. That was far too non-specific. Counting the minutes was much more accurate.

That sort of thing could drive a person nuts, but Peter kept himself busy by cleaning up his apartment, stocking his kitchen with Sam's favorite foods, and planning all the sexual positions they could try

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[psychic_wonder]

Sam had been counting down all day too, although he'd limited himself to half hour marks. He'd been thinking about Peter since they made these plans, trying to come up with ideas for things they could do together, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to go with Peter's idea of just staying in and being with each other. When he got to the apartment, he thought about letting himself in, but knocked instead.

[repeterpetrelli]

Peter checked the peephole, then opened the door. "Sam! Hey! Did you lose your key?"

[psychic_wonder]

"Hey," Sam said. He still hadn't gotten past breaking into a goofy grin every time he laid eyes on Peter, but he figured that was okay. "No, I have it, I just wasn't sure what you'd be doing. I figured knocking would be safer."

[repeterpetrelli]

"I was waiting for you," Peter said. He tried to pull Sam into a hug. "I'm glad you're here. Trip go okay?"