It was easier to talk about Peter than give in to the urge to only think about what was going on downstairs, even if this talk was with Angela, who by rights she still shouldn't want a thing to do with. And Claire used those images, of a small Peter behaving much how the adult Peter behaved, to be a focus. Were the presence of Sylar not so everpresent, she might have been able to extend it to imagining a little boy fiercely determined to protect everything from his much old brother to a bird with a broken wing. But that fear robbed her of the chance to do it on her own.
"I think so too. Being here is good for him," she said, then frowned a bit. Most of the time. It wasn't good at all right now.