Peter almost flinched when Adam stared at him, knowing exactly what he was staring at. He almost wanted to look away, annoyed at himself that he even had the scar to begin with. The story behind it was personal somewhat, something he didn’t share with most people. He shifted in his seat uneasily, letting his index finger lightly tap on top of the table as Adam took him in – made himself sure that Peter was real.
“The feeling is mutual,” he replied, letting his tone keep at ease. Adam would probably see that he always sounded angry, always sounded inpatient and forceful. It was the years in his world that shaped him, built him up into the man that Adam was now noticing. He almost wanted to ask what he thought – wanted to know whether or not he was surprised by how different he was from the Peter Petrelli he had in his life.
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Date: 2008-01-29 10:01 pm (UTC)“The feeling is mutual,” he replied, letting his tone keep at ease. Adam would probably see that he always sounded angry, always sounded inpatient and forceful. It was the years in his world that shaped him, built him up into the man that Adam was now noticing. He almost wanted to ask what he thought – wanted to know whether or not he was surprised by how different he was from the Peter Petrelli he had in his life.