For notacargojet

[medicpetrelli]

So much blood washed down the drain of his shower, swirling with water and turning pink. Peter couldn't peel his eyes away, though. That blood belonged to a kid he was barely able to save. And he broke the rules. He wasn't supposed to use his powers much, or people would notice. The last thing he wanted was for Noah Bennet to lock him up in a

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[notacargojet]

Nathan had stopped by the pizzeria he favored--no plebeian Pizza Hut for him--and made his way to Peter's apartment. He knocked on the door, carefully balancing his encumbrances. He waited just a little impatiently for his brother to open the door. He didn't want the pizza box to start dripping grease on his suit.

[medicpetrelli]

He'd managed to pull on a pair of navy blue sweatpants - some that Nathan had left over there once - by the time his brother arrived. Peter opened the door, his hair dripping down onto his shoulders. "Hey Nate," he said, smiling softly. He took the beer from atop the pizza box and stepped aside.

[notacargojet]

He couldn't help but notice that Peter was wearing his pants, though he tried not to look. "Hey, Pete," he said, stepping into his place. He set the pizza down in front of the couch, there being not much choice in the matter. Peter's apartment was never exactly tidy.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter cracked open a beer immediately, taking a chug before he got one for Nathan. Even if it had no effect on him, he needed it. "Thanks for the food. How was your day, Senator?"

He plopped down onto the couch and flung his wet bang back.