thewatchmaker: (Peter/Sylar)
I can hear the pounding of the hammer on the bricks. It’s cold, the light of the sun barely touching the tops of the tallest buildings. It’ll be a long time before it reaches Peter in the shadow of the Wall.

I wish he’d slept longer, but he’s obsessed with breaking us free, getting away from me. I close my eyes and let out a ragged sigh. I don’t mind it here now that I’m not alone. We fight more than I thought humanly possible, but I love that he’s here.

“Morning, I brought you coffee.” Was that a smile?

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