I don't see why not. I've been missing Peter. There's a hole he's left to be filled, of time and other things. Tea with you would fill that time, Gabriel.
He put the tea kettle on, even though he didn't expect to drinking any tea anytime soon. He had to have something to do while he waited, and there was only so many times his hair needed to be combed.
He wasn't sure what to call himself anymore. His thoughts, feelings, opinions were still clashing against each other. Still, he was calmer than when he'd first learned of Angela's transgression. He was glad he'd waited- instead of the anger building, he'd been reminded of what he would lose if he just went ripping her head open as usual. And he did so deserve an explanation for this. He'd wanted Peter to have one, too, but- well, it was too late for that.
People continued to leave. The only ones left were people he'd killed, and Mohinder. And Angela.
She'd played him so perfectly. The latest comment about filling the space Peter's left would have him leaping to do so, if he didn't know the truth. He smiled mirthlessly to himself as he went about getting out the teacups.
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Date: 2009-01-30 05:24 am (UTC)What would you like to talk about?
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Date: 2009-01-30 05:50 am (UTC)Maybe I'm just feeling a little unnoticed. But I thought we could have tea together, maybe?
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Date: 2009-01-30 05:59 pm (UTC)I don't see why not. I've been missing Peter. There's a hole he's left to be filled, of time and other things. Tea with you would fill that time, Gabriel.
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Date: 2009-01-30 06:10 pm (UTC)Who we are and who we're meant to be
Date: 2009-01-30 07:01 pm (UTC)He wasn't sure what to call himself anymore. His thoughts, feelings, opinions were still clashing against each other. Still, he was calmer than when he'd first learned of Angela's transgression. He was glad he'd waited- instead of the anger building, he'd been reminded of what he would lose if he just went ripping her head open as usual. And he did so deserve an explanation for this. He'd wanted Peter to have one, too, but- well, it was too late for that.
People continued to leave. The only ones left were people he'd killed, and Mohinder. And Angela.
She'd played him so perfectly. The latest comment about filling the space Peter's left would have him leaping to do so, if he didn't know the truth. He smiled mirthlessly to himself as he went about getting out the teacups.