[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]

This all made Bennet wish he hadn't put his gun in his suit jacket, all the way on his bed. He gritted his teeth and cursed in Japanese in his head, frozen to see if Petrelli would even notice him.

Why hide?

Bennet still had a weapon if needed. "Peter Petrelli," he said evenly. We meet again.

[saves_the_world]

Peter knew that voice. He'd heard it plenty on those reels of Heroes he'd seen, though he'd never met the man himself before the island brought him here.

Claire's father.

"Mr. Bennet," Peter returned just as evenly, turning slowly in his chair. Inwardly Peter winced; he didn't know when Bennet was from, how long he'd been on the island, or how he would react to Peter telling him that he did not ever meet him before this very moment.

[thecompanyman]

Bennet simply raised a calm eyebrow, taking in the situation at hand very slowly and thoughtfully. He had heard he was there, of course. "I don't suppose Claire's saved me the trouble of introductions?"