Who: Peter Petrelli and Elle Bishop What: Talking/fighting/whatever else they want to do When: Saturday November 15, very late Where: Elle's house
Peter knew that Elle and he couldn't go on like this. Eventually she was going to get tired of his shit and move on. He could just hear his mother telling him to man up. How funny was this, the situation he was in. Two children who called him daddy, one his own, one definitely not. And yet, the one who wasn't his - he was the one Peter had always wanted that relationship with. Not that he didn't love having Nora around, not that he didn't love her because he most certainly did. But Noah was a reminder, a daily reminder that what he wanted he would never ever have.
And when he got a bit tipsy that night he knew he couldn't go back home to Claire. She would hate him for it. So what did he do? Use his key and slip upstairs to check in on Elle. It was easy for him to see that he shouldn't be there. But he didn't care. He wanted, no he needed, to see her. Even if it would only end up in a fight.