"Claire," The statement of her name was gentle if not faintly amused and slightly exasperated, "think about what you just asked me. Was Peter, a man who would much rather talk someone down than harm them and would rather sacrifice himself on the altar of honesty than tell a harmful lie, involved in the elaborate and yet senseless cover up of the murder of his only brother, leaving him to happily accept his brother's murderer as a substitute for the one individual that he felt he could always trust? Really think about that."
Holding his hands up in a sort of surrender, showing her that he meant no harm as he stepped forward, closer to her, his hands hesitantly settling on her shoulders in an attempt to comfort. "I think you know the answer as well as I do. He might have been the one to subdue me, but he had no idea what they were intending on doing after that. And he certainly had no idea that Nathan was dead."
In fact, Peter had been nothing but kind to him when they had spoken. Granted, he'd thought he had been Nathan at the time, but he hadn't even blinked at him suddenly having extra abilities, hadn't thought it weird at all, and had done his best to make him feel as though it was nothing to be worried about as he had initially thought. He'd been nothing if not... Well, himself, shown the same self-less considerations that he had glimpsed when they had both been under the misapprehension that he was a Petrelli all on his own.