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May. 31st, 2009 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hadtobeaheroIf you got right down to it, Peter was getting a little stir-crazy. Understandable, given that he and Adam hadn't left the house when they could avoid it, both of them too afraid of being grabbed by Nathan and his men, but it didn't change facts. The walls felt like they were closing in, and in the off minutes where he didn't quite feel like climbing them in his mood, he felt like he should be out there, doing something. Helping people. Who knew if Nathan had gotten Matt or Mohinder or any of them, really, and while he hadn't parted company with his companions on the best terms, the last time they were all in the same room together, no one deserved that. No one deserved to be locked away and tortured like some kind of animal.
Not that he dared tell Adam any of that. Oh, sure, he knew all about Peter's hero complex, but given what the man had been through, he wasn't sure Adam would see it as that. He might take it as abandonment--also understandable, considering from what he understood, everyone Adam had cared about had left or betrayed him--and Peter didn't want him to think that. Not when it was the furthest thing from his mind--if he left, he'd come back for him. Not when he didn't want to hurt his lover.
So instead, somewhat resigned to being stuck in the house, he climbed the stairs to the attic. He spent a moment meandering around the room, watching as his footsteps kicked up motes of dust, the sun streaming in from the window catching them, making the air shimmer. The small things helped, really, but they didn't last, the dust settling a moment later, and then he was moving for the window at the far side of the room. Effortlessly, he climbed out it and onto the widow's peak he and Adam had become so fond of, and then he was moving over to the railing so that he could stare down at the ground, idly.
Maybe he'd go take a lap around the house or something. It wasn't like anyone would--or had--noticed him, the few times he'd taken to flying around here. Or maybe he'd just stay up here, brooding, until Adam found him. He wasn't quite sure which he felt more like doing.
Not that he dared tell Adam any of that. Oh, sure, he knew all about Peter's hero complex, but given what the man had been through, he wasn't sure Adam would see it as that. He might take it as abandonment--also understandable, considering from what he understood, everyone Adam had cared about had left or betrayed him--and Peter didn't want him to think that. Not when it was the furthest thing from his mind--if he left, he'd come back for him. Not when he didn't want to hurt his lover.
So instead, somewhat resigned to being stuck in the house, he climbed the stairs to the attic. He spent a moment meandering around the room, watching as his footsteps kicked up motes of dust, the sun streaming in from the window catching them, making the air shimmer. The small things helped, really, but they didn't last, the dust settling a moment later, and then he was moving for the window at the far side of the room. Effortlessly, he climbed out it and onto the widow's peak he and Adam had become so fond of, and then he was moving over to the railing so that he could stare down at the ground, idly.
Maybe he'd go take a lap around the house or something. It wasn't like anyone would--or had--noticed him, the few times he'd taken to flying around here. Or maybe he'd just stay up here, brooding, until Adam found him. He wasn't quite sure which he felt more like doing.
