"So should you," was Peter's response, given with the same gentle chiding. When Luke lifted his arms, Peter was already reaching out his own, the embrace tight on both ends, fierce, and still far too brief before they were drawing back to see one another.
At the apology, Peter shook his head, dismissing it. "It's not you. Or, it's not just you." He shrugged. "There's enough trouble floating around in this city. It doesn't seem to care who it lands on, and most of it gets back to me as it is. So don't think about it as if you need to apologize."
The soft smile returned to his lips. "The people we care about are worth whatever trouble. That goes for you, and Jacen. And Tenel Ka." That one was a friendship sprung out of an intense dislike. Peter had never considered that he and the Hapan Queen would ever speak civilly to one another, let alone live under the same roof.
But then, hadn't he thought the same of Sylar, once?
Peter's hand moved to Luke's shoulder, squeezing tightly for a moment. "I missed you. And I don't care how selfish it is, I'm glad you're back."