Unexpected Meeting - RP with hailto_thechef

[medicpetrelli]

((Continued from here!))

Well, at least you're finally starting to calm down. [-ish. But he's willing to listen, which is a vast improvement from a few minutes before. Gabriel perches on the arm of the small sofa he's managed to stuff into the room, eyeing Peter warily.] I'm gonna take an educated guess and say that this is probably your future.

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[hailto_thechef]

[Gabriel raises an eyebrow, mildly alarmed.] -- You didn't mean to come here?

[Well, that makes sense. It explains why Peter looked so thrown when he first appeared and why he didn't give Gabriel so much as a chance to greet him before he'd thrown him against the wall.] You can still get back, can't you?

[medicpetrelli]

I don't know. I can try but who knows where I'll end up.

*And he's starting to feel like a complete ass for zapping Sylar to a crisp. How does this guy manage to make Peter feel that way, when they both know he is...or used to be...a crazy murderer?*

...Can't you heal?

[hailto_thechef]

No. [He glances down for the first time since this whole messed up conversation started, shifting uncomfortably and examining his slightly singed fingernails.] No. You, uh -- [He breathes a humourless laugh, peering over the top of his glasses at Peter.] You saved the cheerleader. And New York, incidentally. The other you, I mean.

I take it that you didn't? [Not that he's judging. Peter -- even a Peter from an alternate timeline -- is still his brother and he can only imagine how crushed he must have been when Sylar finally got to Claire.]

[medicpetrelli]

Not really, no. *He crosses his arms and eyes Sylar curiously* So I did all that, here, and you're...okay? You're just a normal guy with a kid now?

*This is good, in a weird way, but it makes Peter wish it was his reality. He's tired of watching people die, and he wonders if he took the wrong path along the way...ended up where he is when he could have had this*