Date: 2008-01-30 09:33 pm (UTC)
“What am I to you?” It was asked so abruptly, those brown eyes having narrowed almost in some kind of defensive manner. The way Adam talked, how he hoped that Peter would change for the better. He couldn’t help but sense something else, something that Peter Petrelli was oblivious to until he really took notice. It helped that they were standing there face to face and in person. Adam was like an open book and Peter was reading him in bold print.
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