WHO: Nathan Petrelli, Faith Lehane
WHERE: the Hyperion
WHEN: Tuesday, August 22, 2006; after these texts
WHAT: Coffee and serious talk times.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: thread; in-progress!


A mug in each hand, Nathan nudged open the office door and shut it behind him with his foot, gaze falling to the woman at the desk. He might have reservations as to what his continued role with A.I. was and would be in the future, but it didn't change that he recognized this situation very well and knew it to be one where his skills might be needed.

He could name some of the times it had happened before, such as when Tenel Ka had declined participation in the ritual that served to remove silent Hill from L.A. and Peter had gotten what was needed anyhow – and there were many more that faded to the background hum of his life, both here and in his own timeline, which proved that humanity didn't change very much. There would always be those who agreed, always be those who opposed and there would always be a person or people who had to make or choose not to make the decisions that would hold them in contempt with someone, somewhere. And they all had their own reasons, some no less valid than the next.

That person or people would also have to accept what they would hold themselves in contempt for, which was the hardest part.

Pushing aside a stack of file folders with his hip, Nathan sat on the edge of the desk and passed a mug of the infamous Petrelli coffee to Faith.