WHO: Amelia Solo and Peter Petrelli WHAT: Amelia has a question and hopes Peter can answer it. WHEN: Early evening WHERE: Peter's apartment; the Hyperion RATING: TBD (not too high, I don't think) STATUS: In Progress
After grabbing a quick bite to eat, where she only actually ate about three bites of food before deciding that she just wasn't that hungry, Amelia head across the ground floor of the Hyperion to Peter's apartment. She was nervous - which probably explained the loss of appetite - but she was also a bit resigned to what she was about to do. She needed to know the truth, needed to know if her suspicions were well founded or not. Needed to know if how she'd felt as of late was for a specific reason. It was frightening, but the sooner she knew the better.
Knocking on the door, she shifted anxiously from foot to foot as she waited for him to answer. She hated intruding, hated asking more of his time than she already received as the leader of Angel Investigations. Yet she needed to put her mind at ease one way or another, and he was one of the few who could help do that.
No matter what, though, she told herself, she wasn't going to overreact. She'd stay calm. Composed. She was an adult. She could handle this.