Peter was surprised for a moment. He hadn't heard Hiro approach, hadn't sensed him at all. How far away had he been? He covered his surprise with a scowl, and nudged Hiro back. "No, I'm not," he said, grumpily.
A lie, of course. But sometimes he hated how eaily his best friend could read his moods.
"I'm just thinking." Brooding. Wondering how many ways over I'm an idiot.