What? Wait. He couldn't just do that! Staring after Peter, Claude moved to the edge of the fire escape, scowling down at him, "You can't just tell me a bunch of things that don't make any sense and walk away!" Claude said, winced at the pain at ran through his face again. Maybe talking was not a good idea.
Gritting his teeth together, Claude examined the ladder to try and figure out how he'd be able to get down using just one hand. Even if he used both, the other was covered in blood. It wouldn't likely be able to hold on very long. Fucking Petrelli. Fucking Company. Fucking world.
"Goddammit, Petrelli! I come back for you, and this is the thanks that I get?!"