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[ethanstone]

It was the end of the school day for Simon and he was walking back to his car on campus. They'd been waiting for him, unable to get a hold of Mister Petrelli or other members of his family. Like moths to a flame, nearly twenty members of the New York area press swarmed Simon on his way to his car, barricading him in the parking lot. "Simon Petrelli

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[still_soserious]

He'd drawn himself up proudly and had been about to speak when Ethan pushed his way through and started dragging him away. He didn't protest, though his lips thinned in annoyance. It was a relief when they finally got through the crowd. He slid into the passenger seat of Ethan's car and shot a glance at him. "I'm a Petrelli," he said softly. "I can handle the press."

[ethanstone]

"I don't want you to have to handle the press," Ethan said after he climbed into the passenger seat. "Besides, we're trying to keep this under wraps, not let more information leak out. Your dad doesn't even know yet. I'm fucked." He sped off out of the lot.

[still_soserious]

"I wouldn't have told them anything." He leaned back in his seat, turning to look out the window. It irked him a bit that Ethan thought he would slip up. It was the life he had chosen and was preparing for. He could have handled it.

[ethanstone]

Ethan rolled down his window and lit a cigarette, taking a puff. "What, do you want to go back there and face them? I'll turn around. Let your dad tan my ass later for allowing it to happen. Sound good?" He didn't have time to play games.