Noah remembered the days that he would wake up before sunrise just to have a coffee out on the deck and appreciate the way the world woke up, completely centralized in Costa Verde. He remembered his wife yelling for his children (yes, his children, and no Company could take them away) to get up and Lyle's grunts and groans and the "Moooommmm, I don't feel gooood!" whines. He smiled a little at the thought. The house was alive, they were a family that'd started all over again, choosing not to talk about the events in Odessa.
He hadn't noticed it until he was showering that morning; that the scars on his forearm from the radiation burns were gone. Completely healed. Hm. He hadn't noticed that before...
His roommates seemed up and gone for the day already, and he contemplated what it might be like to have that man, Rudolphus that he'd met at the bar as a roommate. At least then someone would be just as concerned why he was here; everyone else just seemed to lie down and accept it. He didn't. With Sylar threatening his life and Noah telling him to bring it on, he knew being here was a death wish for him.
It was freezing out, but he took a liking to going to the cafe in town at least once a day to get a coffee and something to eat. Already he'd settled into a routine so he could forget waking up to the Costa Verde sunrise, and how he knew his wife thought he was dead, and was probably mourning him. But she wouldn't mourn forever, and soon he'd be alone. A divorcee because of this place.
He always crossed through the park towards the cafe, but hadn't expected to see the eldest Petrelli son taking up a new practice. He smiled a little as he watched him, walking over and trying to find words before he spoke. The guy was good, and had a good voice, too. "You learn something new about someone everyday." He tells him, that smile still on his lips. "And for once I don't have some kind of snarky statement to make."