Peter wasn't exactly looking forward to the conversation either, especially not after the most awkward dinner he had ever witnessed. He should have just left and let it be, but he wouldn't have been Peter Petrelli if he could just let things go and know when to give up. The perpetual underdog, he always fought until the last minute, hoping he could make a difference or change someone's mind. But this? It was beyond all hope.
He went outside, holding the door open for Elle, looking at her with a pained expression. "I can't believe you weren't going to tell me." He told her in a flat tone. "After all of this bullshit about me being your best friend, you weren't going to tell me about something this big?"