Peter let her take his weight, touching back down when it was gone from his shoulders, and shifted to look around the room. Their things -- Lydia's, Sylar's, some of his own that he hadn't collected when he'd been kicked out of the room -- were spread far and wide. Some of it was in neater piles, where Sylar had been compelled to put things in some state of order before Samuel had taken, but this had been their living space for a good long while and none of it was in any real order for packing.
He made a face, moving to grab one of Sylar's bags off of the luggage stand where he'd left it, and looked towards the window. "This is gonna take a couple of minutes, so ... if you wanna take him downstairs and wait for me?" He wouldn't blame her, really.
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Date: 2011-03-03 08:45 pm (UTC)He made a face, moving to grab one of Sylar's bags off of the luggage stand where he'd left it, and looked towards the window. "This is gonna take a couple of minutes, so ... if you wanna take him downstairs and wait for me?" He wouldn't blame her, really.