I Care, All Right? That's Not Such A Big Deal, Really. It's Not! Shut Up! [OT: Petrelli House]
It had been over a week. Sure, it wasn't unusual for Claude not to see Petrelli the younger for a week or more sometimes, but this was not one of those usual situations. With an older brother in the midst of what had looked like a full out mental breakdown to him, and the females in the family both being strong minded women who would have probably torn each other apart over even the smallest disagreement, Claude was worried when the lack of contact dragged on this long. Not just for Peter but for that whole bloody family.
The boy was making him soft.
Slipping onto the doorstep of the former New York Congressman, Claude shuffled a bit before raising his hand to knock, waiting for the door to be answered. Whoever answered (unless it was Peter) would probably think it was a trick by the neighborhood kids since they wouldn't see him standing on the step, but Claude had been doing this for so long that he saw absolutely no need to ask to be let in. When confused, people usually held the door open long enough and wide enough for him to get inside without much of a hassle.