"Shall I fetch you a gold star?" Sarcasm is a mechanism to protect one's self but Mohinder's caught between wanting to laugh and to cry. This conversation is deteriorating rapidly and he can already feel how down hill it's going. Just ten minutes ago, he'd been so happy. The soft kissing and touching had blissed him out. "Listen," he says very carefully. "I'm sorry you've lost someone you love, but... But it's just not possi--"
There is the smell of ozone a moment later and a very touselled looking Peter Petrelli hits the bed and tumbles off.
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Date: 2011-09-09 12:40 am (UTC)There is the smell of ozone a moment later and a very touselled looking Peter Petrelli hits the bed and tumbles off.
"P-Peter?"