tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; Thursday, October 16th
Rating; PG, unless Claire tries to kill herself in gruesome ways.
Characters; Peter Petrelli

totallyyourhero and Claire Bennet

adamantined
Summary; Cupcakes are baked and other things happen.
Log; Peter had never made cupcakes before. Well, apparently he had when he was in the City before, but he couldn't remember that so as far as he was concerned it didn't count. So he was going to be doing it for the first time with Claire. If what he had heard was any indication Claire was some sort of cupcake making goddess, so he didn't know if he was intimidated by that or glad to be learning from the master.

Either way, he was glad to be spending some time with Claire. He needed to talk to someone and out of everyone here he trusted her the most. Not that Mohinder and Hiro weren't trust worthy, it was just that he was always more comfortable trusting family. At least, family that wasn't his mom. He knew that she loved him but sometimes... she just had a different idea of what was right than he did. So he was coming to Claire with all of this, all of where he had been the past few months and why he had gone there. He wasn't looking for answers exactly but he just needed to let it out.

And Claire would understand, she could understand wanting to be normal but also the responsibility having an ability gave you. Claire was just... the perfect person to talk to about this. Not only that, but she was fun to be with. He could count on her to keep things from getting too serious. So maybe that was a lot of pressure to put on her but the last thing he had asked of her was to kill him, so this seemed relatively small.

"Right, which makes it all okay, doesn't it?" he muttered to himself before knocking on the door to her apartment.

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There was something nice about Claire being close and wanting to help him. Claire made him feel like a hero, like a real hero who could do just about anything that he needed to. She also made him feel cared for, like... family.

"Hugs are a good start," Peter admitted, giving her a smile and spreading his arms out.

Claire knew she was good at hugging, at least. For a moment, she thought about saying something smart, just to be silly, but she decided not to, wiping her hands off on her apron and hugging Peter tightly. He always made her feel like she was a part of something, like she was important, like she could help even if she had no idea where to begin. It was important to her, and so was he.

"Hugs I can do," she said. Simple. Matter-of-fact. She could be there. He could count on her.

"Hugs you're good at," Peter said, hugging her back tightly.

When Peter had first learned that he had a niece he had been upset that his parents had kept that from him. Part of him understood why they would do something like that even if he could understand their reasons for doing it. In the end though, he was glad that Claire had been raised by someone else. Peter loved his parents but he knew that there was no way Claire would have turned out like she had if she had been raised amongst the Petrelli family.

"No wonder you want to be normal," Peter told her. "You get hugs and back cupcakes with your family. I'd want that too if I were you."

Claire pulled back and looked up at him, serious for a moment and then sliding into something more along the lines of joking. "Are you saying you weren't hugged enough as a child, Peter?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light. Claire was interested in that kind of an answer, because she had her own opinions about Angela Petrelli and what being hugged by her was like. And Claire had always been hugged, for as long as she could remember. It was strange to think that a family could ever exist without it.

That was a really hard question for Peter to answer. How much was enough? He certainly never doubted his parents' affection for him but they weren't exactly huggers. Or physically affectionate at all, really.

"I... always knew I was loved," he said, saying the worlds slowly and making sure that it came out like he meant it.

It was entirely likely that Claire and Peter's situation had been entirely different growing up. When Peter had been dead in the Petrelli mansion, Claire had seen his mother's grief, she'd seen what it had done to her, so there was no doubt in Claire's mind that Angela Petrelli loved her son. Families were just different, and Claire respected it.

"That's all that matters," she said, stepping away finally and leaning back against the counter again. "My dad has done things that I don't agree with, but I know that he did it because he loves me. Parents are weird."

"Yeah, it makes me want to say I'd never do anything crazy like that with any kids I might have but I'm sure our parents said that too," Peter said. Of course, it was hard to imagine his parents as anything but his parents so who knew what they did when they were younger. Well, he did have something of an idea and part of him knew he could probably travel back in time and see what they were like, but the idea of time traveling was still a bit scary to him.

"I think I like this concept of families giving hugs though," he added with a smile. "Or maybe it's just the hugs you and your family gives. Is your dad around, I could hug him and see how that goes."

Claire paused.

Well. Had she been speaking, she would have paused. There was something she wanted to say regarding the idea of parents not doing anything crazy to their children, but her brain was stuck on the mental image of Peter trying to hug her father and the kind of expression that would end up on the latter's face.

"I don't know... what would happen," she said, actually finding herself incapable of laughing in the face of such devastating shock. "I think the world might explode."

"I've had enough of exploding for a while," Peter said, rather amused at how stunned Claire seemed to be. Was it that weird? Peter was the brother of Claire's biological father, so that practically made he and Noah brothers, right?

"So I guess your dad is safe from sneak hugs for now."

Log; Ongoing

You need to not stay up so late, Mary. So sayeth Di.

yeah 1130 am is probably not a good bedtime. >>

No, that is a nap time.

but D:

Not buts, earlier sleepytimes.

okay fine ._.

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