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Slipping Hiro was a little too easy. It wasn't that Adam wasn't curious about what was going on, or which side might be the best to be on, but a window in his cell was hardly incentive enough to get him to agree to go back into a Company cell. Been there, done that, had the scars...well, metaphorically.

The physical ones disappeared; the memories didn't. He wasn't going to be a Company lab rat, ever again.

So, why was he in New York, drinking in a pub around the corner from one particularly problematic empath's apartment? Best plan of action would be to hit Toronto and his safehouse and run off to Bali or somewhere full of sun and sand and pretty girls and boys. And yet...

He'd thought about Peter a lot in that coffin. Regret. A wish things could have been different. Some fantasies where it was. Maybe he just wanted to explain. Not apologize, of course, at least not for the plan, but maybe for...using him. If he'd thought he could recruit him in the time they'd had, he would have. Maybe.

He sighed into his beer, then flipped open the phone he'd stolen from Hiro. He'd left it off until now, not wanting anyone to be able to trace it, but he needed it for a moment. He'd destroy it after this. Besides...he rather thought Angela might not have told Peter about her plan to rescue and recruit him, which meant he wouldn't know Adam might have Hiro's phone.

It was worth the gamble. He sent the text, asking Peter to meet him (Hiro) here, flipped the phone off and ordered another whiskey.

Date: 2014-02-05 06:35 pm (UTC)
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He wasn't expecting the text from Hiro, and in the few minutes where he decided whether or not to answer it, he veered from 'of course' to 'no way'. Life was just too confusing right now, and he needed a moment... a moment to figure out who he was, and where he was. Simple things.

Never mind the fact that he'd pushed everything with Adam to the back of his mind deliberately. He'd felt... well, he didn't know what he felt. Anger at being used. Relief that he'd stopped the virus from spreading. Odd feelings about Adam were there too, like... like he knew him a lot better than he thought he'd done. But he it was too late now. He'd disappeared, trapped, by all accounts, perhaps forever.

Making up his mind, he grabbed his coat and keys and headed out of the door to the bar where Hiro was waiting. It was close, he didn't have to be there for long, a quick drink, then head home and sleep for a few days. It all sounded like the best option.

Of course, seeing Adam there at the bar was the last thing he'd expected. He realized what had happened quickly, and made to turn to leave, not wanting to deal with this when he was so tired. But as he went to open it, he changed his mind, heading back to the bar and taking the stool next to Adam without speaking, waiting to see what he would do.

Date: 2014-02-11 04:56 pm (UTC)
dreamtof_flying: (Wonder boy)
From: [personal profile] dreamtof_flying
Of all the times Peter wished he could get drunk, now was a good time. Instead he ordered himself a drink, avoiding looking at Adam until he could take a sip of the alcohol.

"You sent the text?" It seemed as good a place as any to start.

Date: 2014-02-15 05:46 pm (UTC)
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The mention of the coffin got a sharp look from Peter, his glass half way to his mouth, but he put it carefully down. He hadn't heard where Adam had been, assumed that he'd simply gone into hiding. Hiro hadn't said anything, after all.

"So you borrowed Hiro's. How does he feel about that?" Anything to divert attention away from what he was feeling.

Date: 2014-02-23 09:40 am (UTC)
dreamtof_flying: (Thoughtful)
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Was this who Adam really was, Peter wondered. Over 400 years of life could take it's toll on a person. If so, what did that mean for Claire, and to a lesser extent, himself?

But... locked in a coffin. That sounded like it was worse than anything he could have dreamed up as punishment. His expression softened just a little ashe worked through the implications of that. "So after you get your freedom, you come here. Why?"

Date: 2014-02-25 09:42 pm (UTC)
dreamtof_flying: (Thoughtful)
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Peter swallowed, hard. Adam wanted to see him? Did that mean he wanted to finish off what he'd started? Or something else?

Right now, he hadn't got a clue where he stood with Adam, after everything that had happened. He thought... well, he didn't know what he thought other than he thought that they were friends. They'd certainly gotten close in their time together, but that was where Peter's certainty ended. "Why?" He'd allowed his hair to fall forward, hiding part of his face. A deliberate attempt to hide, possibly. He couldn't tell anymore.

Date: 2014-03-11 09:14 pm (UTC)
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Peter guessed that, which is why he was pushing. He didn't want the easy, charming answers. He wanted the reality, the deep down truth.

He turned to look at Adam, studying the man he thought was his friend, trying to decide if this was another lie, or if this time it was the truth. Eventually he relaxed. It would do for now. "Well, I couldn't trust you at first."

Date: 2014-03-23 08:07 pm (UTC)
dreamtof_flying: (Thoughtful)
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"Would you if you were in my shoes?" he asked, frowning at Adam. "Given everything that happened, it's going to take a lot for me to trust you completely again."

Truth was, he felt betrayed, but there was more to it than that. Lost, almost. He'd gotten to trust Adam so well... and then everything happened so fast.

Date: 2014-03-30 12:41 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dreamtof_flying
That got a long hard look from Peter. "Why would you want to try?" Why after everything that had happened, would he want to try to make it up to Peter - well enough that he could trust him?

It was what Peter simply couldn't get his head around.

Date: 2014-04-02 08:19 pm (UTC)
dreamtof_flying: (Thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] dreamtof_flying
Truth be told - Peter had liked Adam. All the people he knew were all very well, but a friend, just for him?

Adam had become that to him, before it all went wrong. "But what you did..."

Date: 2014-04-20 10:09 am (UTC)
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"How is that different to letting us self-destruct ourselves? It's probably the same numbers dead." That's what Peter couldn't get past, at least not yet. "A grand, noble idea, that really wasn't well executed."

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