Peter looked her in the eyes. He knew what she wanted to do first. And if they got it out of the way before the pizza came he might be able to act normal around her before the day was over. "Okay I know what you want to talk about. So let's just get it out."
He sat down on the bed adn waited for her to sit next to him before she sat down to start in on the whole story. "So my dad is like...probably six to ten years older than I remember himas. And when I went to ask him about us being related...He just kept saying that we were. That you were Nathan's daughter. But your'e from Texas aren't you? As far as I know, he's never even been to Texas! And he kept rambling about my mother being the evil one, the one who put him in a coma and all this other stuff. Oh, and he tried to tell me that Sylar is my brother too. So he's definitely gone off the deep end. I mean, my mother might be a control freak but he's always been the manipulative one." He continued on that subject for a couple more minutes until the doorbell rang. "It must be the pizza." He got up and shrugged. "I'll be back with the Pizza okay?"