WHO: Angela Petrelli & Nathan Petrelli
WHAT: Angela and Nathan talk. For real this time.
WHEN: July 17th
WHERE: The Hyperion Hotel; Angela's room
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress
Angela leaned down with a deep smile on her face, giving her grandsons a tight hug, one with both arm, before turning her head and pressing a quick kiss to both their cheeks, "You boys behave, all right?" Angela asked with a soft chuckle. "At least, try not to destroy anything," She said with a wink, ruffling their hair as she stood, looking at her eldest son. She really hated that Nathan felt that she had to be
watched while around her grandsons, like she was going to turn into some sort of demon herself and hurt them. She had done a lot of bad things in her life, a lot of things that she regretted, but she had never gone out of her way to purposefully hurt a member of her family. Some of the things she had done may have had that side effect, but she had never hurt them intentionally. If only Nathan would understand that, if only he could know what she thought every time she looked at them, what she felt about everything that had happened, but he had made it rather clear that he had no interest in her lies or half truths. And it was honestly debatable whether he would even listen to her truths. But debatable or not, it was still worth a try.
As all of them turned to leave, Angela reached out briefly to settle a hand on Nathan's arm, looking up at him with a soft, thoughtful gaze, "Do you think we could talk?" She asked carefully. "Please?"