Adam's head snapped back up, eyes clear and assessing, sliding over Peter, trying to gauge his mood and intent. But he didn't know this Peter the way he knew his, couldn't read him like an open book, knowing just what to say or not say to get him to melt back into Adam's will. It was a challenge, which he almost never could walk away from. But more than that, he was still Peter Petrelli. And he had a hard time saying no to those eyes, no matter whose face they were in. He always had, he thought with a touch of regret.
"All right," he agreed, with a slight smile. "Where? My place is just a couple of blocks, on Avenue C, if you'd prefer somewhere more...private."
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Date: 2008-02-04 06:43 pm (UTC)"All right," he agreed, with a slight smile. "Where? My place is just a couple of blocks, on Avenue C, if you'd prefer somewhere more...private."