Peter pressed his cheek against her forehead, and gently kissed her temple. "No more," he said. "Not again. We're going home now. Home." It was nearly a foreign concept. But 'home' was what the Hyperion had become. A solid, steady place. A safe place.
With his arm entwined tightly around hers, holding her other hand in his for added security, Peter led the way to the doors. As they crossed the threshold, he teleported, letting the movement of the door hide the abrupt departure.
His next step was on the roof of the Hyperion. And there, Peter said the thing he'd been holding back for this privacy. "Nathan's here, Claire." Anticipating her reaction, he went on. "We were wrong about him. We were wrong. It wasn't him."