Peter Petrelli | Heroes (savedthechrldr) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-01-10 00:44:00 |
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Peter had been too busy at work, and with Nathan to worry too much about what he and Claire had planned for tonight. The life of a paramedic in New York City was rarely boring - with over eight million people in the city, there was always someone getting in trouble. Of course, there was usually some downtime, but it being a Friday evening tonight had less than most. He'd texted Nathan enough throughout the day to be confident that his brother was doing well, and wouldn't need him at his bedside tonight. As usual, Peter got off work a little late. He made up for that by teleporting himself home (making use of an empty alley to do so), and arrived in his apartment just a few minutes after ten. He hurried into his bedroom, shrugging out of his work clothes and pulling on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, washing the sweat and grime of the city from his face. He was physically tired, but emotionally pumped - as he usually was when he got off work. He also had that familiar slightly-guilty tug that he got whenever he left work - the feeling that maybe if he'd just stayed a tiny bit longer, he could have saved yet another life. Pushing that away, he put on a pot of coffee and preheated the microwave for the frozen pizza he'd bought the other night. He'd wanted to have something for them to snack on - not that this was going to be some carefree movie night. He was actually more than a little anxious at the idea of watching the show with Claire. He was worried that seeing in person some of the the things he'd done might make her think less of him...or even more that some of the things that she saw would affect her deeply; that they might damage her in a way he couldn't fix. But he knew that her curiosity wouldn't allow her to ignore it now that she knew the show existed and that he'd seen it, and it was better that she see it with him than alone. At least he could help her with her feelings, and the grief that would inevitably follow. Leaning against the counter as he watched impatiently for the preheat light to go off the oven, he kept one ear open for a knock on the door. |