Apr 22, 2013
Brothers Petrelli - +natepetrelli +italianeaglesct
My apartment was a mess, bed ruined, carpet had to be ripped up, and I couldn't move home until they'd finished fixing the upstairs apartments plumbing and my ceiling. So there I was with my dry clothes, knocking on Nathan's door. Thank god he wasn't still living with Ma at the mansion. I did not want to spend the night listening to her tell me how I should just move home.
"Nate! I know you're home. I can hear you thinking." Which was something I could do, but I wasn't. I'd never do that to him.