rp for changehistory: life swings like a pendulum back and forth between pain and boredom

[hadtobeahero]

If you got right down to it, Peter was getting a little stir-crazy. Understandable, given that he and Adam hadn't left the house when they could avoid it, both of them too afraid of being grabbed by Nathan and his men, but it didn't change facts. The walls felt like they were closing in, and in the off minutes where he didn't quite feel like

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[changehistory]

Adam knew there was a lot going on out there...it was still a vague sort of concept, out "there", in his head. He'd retreated too firmly when he'd managed to get away from Arthur, ran too far at least metaphorically, and pulled away from all of them. He wasn't going to be caged again, not after what he'd gone through, and most certainly not for any of them, not for those who'd put him there in the first place. If they'd not caged him, or let him follow through with his plan, or any number of things...

There was still bitterness there, and he pushed it down when Peter was around, not wanting to let it spill into them, spoil things between them, but when it came to wanting to help those people, they were truly those people. Oh, he'd be up for stopping Nathan if he came for them, if he tried to take Peter, or him, but it was hard to mobilize himself to give a damn about Parkman or the rest

[hadtobeahero]

Peter had heard him come up. Not that he had the benefit of Sylar's enhanced hearing anymore, but given that he hadn't moved from his place by the railing and how quiet things seemed today, it hadn't been hard to hear him coming up the steps to the attic. He didn't move immediately, though, didn't acknowledge him, instead staring down at the lawn for a long moment more.

Then, finally, he turned, leaning back against the railing a bit. He studied Adam for a moment, serious but not frowning, and then his lips were tugging upwards into a small, crooked smile. "Hey."

[changehistory]

"Hey," Adam said quietly, returning the smile with a small one of his own. He hesitated for a moment, then he stepped out onto the walk to move and lean against the railing, looking out over the view.

"It's a nice day," he said, voice still quiet, taking in the sun.

[hadtobeahero]

He turned back to the railing, draping his arms over it so he could lean into it, looking back out over the grass. "Yeah, it is," he agreed, casting Adam a little look before glancing away, again. "I was kinda thinking of taking a couple of laps around the house, but ... I don't know." Something was stopping him, he just couldn't say what.