[For Peter Petrelli] - Dated Monday May 22nd

[thecompanyman]

The day before, he had given Claire a speech about what he had done. Maybe not a speech, exactly, but a dialogue between two mature adults about the matters of the past. Today, he was out of the wheelchair and into a crutch, his pain medication reduced

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[saves_the_world]

Peter hadn't had a shift at the clinic in a while. He'd taken off to work on his hut, and then Nathan had shown up and he'd requested even more time off.

Honestly, he wasn't even sure if there would be a doctor on duty this morning. It could just be Peter and the patients, not that this would bother him. Having specialized in hospice nursing, he was used to being alone with the patient.

Pulling the scrub shirt the clothes box had seen fit to give him over his head, Peter walked into the clinic. Not bothering to look around, he set his messenger bag next to a table and sat down, pulling a clipboard off a shelf.

[thecompanyman]

"Good," Bennet said pleasantly, cracking his shoulder back slightly, listening to the disjointed, ugly sound. "Then I take it Claire's spoken to you about the potential living situation?"

[saves_the_world]

Although Claire hadn't said anything specifically to Peter, he could discern what her line of thinking might be.

"Not exactly," he allowed, the slightest of smiles appearing, "though I would be surprised if the situation did not include you."

[thecompanyman]

And Bennet would raise a whole new level of hell had he not been allowed to live with his family, who were, more than anything, the key part of his life. What was he, without purpose? And his purpose was to protect his family. "That's the basic idea," he agreed.