InsaneJournal

WHO: Peter and Nathan Petrelli.
WHAT: Nathan's been kind of a dick lately. Peter has a desperate need to fix people. You do the math.
WHEN: After this.
WHERE: Nathan's room.
RATING: TBD. Probably PG-13 for language.
STATUS: In progress.

Peter had originally planned to talk to Nathan over the PDAs, where he would be able to keep his temper under control and censor himself, but he'd quickly changed his mind. If he talked to Nathan like this, his brother would just put aside the PDA and ignore him. And he needed to get through to him. Nathan was out of control. The way he'd been acting with mom and Claire, killing Noah, it wasn't something Peter could just stand by and ignore. Nathan was going to self-destruct if he wasn't careful, and Peter wouldn't and couldn't let that happen. Nathan was his brother, and that meant they took care of each other and helped each other, even when the other didn't necessarily want to be helped.

Thankfully, the door to the apartment was unlocked and Peter walked in, Nathan's shoes in hand. He might as well return them while he was here. He went to the door of Nathan's room and tried the door, finding it locked. "Nathan," he called, not really sure what the hell he should say to get his brother to open the door. "I have your shoes!"