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Who: Peter and Nathan Petrelli.
What: Lunch and revelations.
Where: Nathan's apartment.
When: Sunday afternoon. Lunchtime.
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress.

Thankfully, there were Chinese places open on Easter. Peter hadn't been thinking about the date yesterday when he'd suggested lunch to Nathan, mostly because he had a tendency to get caught up in work and taking care of Bo and the craziness of the city to the point that he forgot about little things like holidays unless Chris reminded him. And this time, since Chris was all alternate reality and hadn't known to remind him, he'd had to remember for himself and that never ended well. He was just glad his family had never been especially religious, or his mother probably would have showed up just to lecture him for missing mass. He felt a little guilty for skipping out on Bo on Easter, but his daughter had assured him it was fine. Besides, they'd have dinner together tonight, so he wasn't completely failing as a father.

He'd stopped by a place near the apartments after leaving the clinic, picking up his favorite and Nathan's, then he'd teleported to the apartments. He'd arrived right outside Nathan's door, but it had taken him a moment to work up the nerve to knock. It had been a long time since he'd seen his brother, but part of him would always be the little boy who longed for Nate's approval. He worried that, with how much things had changed for him in the past two years, he wouldn't fit in Nathan's life any more. Or maybe that Nathan wouldn't fit in his. Maybe it was a silly concern, but he couldn't shake it. Finally, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.