youngerpetrelli: (Hi there)
So, what on earth does one get for the man who has everything?

It would be so easy to take a quick peek here or there, see if there's something Adam wants but just hasn't asked for because either he hasn't consciously thought of it, or just doesn't want to bother anyone about it. Except that he's promised himself -- and Adam -- he won't pry. So he doesn't.

And therefore he has no clue what to get his husband for his birthday.

Again.

It's getting to be a little embarrassing...

But at least he knows where to start. Those cooking lessons they took together definitely come in handy -- he brings Adam a fancy crepe breakfast in bed.

After listening carefully and determining that Adam is still mostly asleep, he sets up the breakfast on a small table next to the bed as quietly as possible, then snuggles back in next to his husband and whispers in his ear, "Happy Birthday, love."
youngerpetrelli: (Paramedic Peter)
It's one of those nights. He'd expect to look up past the lights of the city and see a full moon blazing in the sky, but it's still a bit lopsided, working its way to full but not quite there yet. And yet, the lunatics are out in force.

By the time he gets off shift and goes back home his nerves are jangled, every sense hyper-aware. The place is empty -- he can tell that Adam isn't there just by the way it feels -- and that only serves to intensify his discomfort. With a sigh he strips off his uniform and tosses it into the hamper, then heads for a long, hot shower.

As he's soaping his hair he reaches out with his abilities, relieved to find that Adam is heading back to the apartment. And when he reaches out further, just looking for each of his friends and family to know if they're safe, he realizes that Sylar is heading away from generally the same place that he picked up Adam's movements from. As he rinses himself clean, he wonders if they were out together tonight, and blinks in surprise at the slight flare of jealousy he feels at that.

Finally clean and dry, he settles on the couch waiting for Adam to come in, and the tension comes rushing back. After a short while, it's all he can do to keep from jumping to his feet and pacing back and forth, and when Adam's key turns the lock he does jump to his feet to greet his lover.

Instead of the welcome he planned, though, the first words out of his mouth are, "Where have you been?"
youngerpetrelli: (Grin)
[ooc: this is set sometime after Peter's encounter with the Pinehearst hunter and before Claire is kidnapped. Yay for bendy-time. Boo for RL being a pain. Oh yeah -- and there are a LOT of links (especially in the lights and ornaments -- each separate word is a link there!) in this post...]

Normally, Peter would teleport to the hallway outside Adam's flat and knock or ring the doorbell, just in case there was someone there who might not know about abilities (unlikely, but still, he was cautious) or who might be easily startled and react badly (much more likely, considering some of the people they knew). However, this time he made an exception, grasping the handles of myriad bags and hanging onto a large box and teleporting right into the living room.

He heard the shower running and grinned -- he'd have time to at least unpack all of the boxes before Adam came out and saw what he'd bought. First he opened the large box to make sure the pre-lit tree was intact. Then he started unpacking the many boxes of lights and lit decorations. Next, he took out all the boxes and matching sets of ornaments.

Then he dug out the boxes of decorative garlands and icicles, and a centerpiece for the table. After that came stocking holders, and a stockings for Claire, Adam, and him. The last decorations were an eclectic group: blue mosaic trees, rustic metal candle holders, an apothecary jar with a glittery silver finish, a pine wreath, and a stylized silver wreath. The last items were a little more practical, consisting of a set of holiday mixing and serving bowls, a large blue serving platter, and matching silver and blue martini glasses.

Finally, he looked at the stack of empty boxes, bags, and packing material, and breathed, "Whew -- maybe I went a little crazy, there..."
youngerpetrelli: (leap of faith)
He couldn't stand to see her cry -- to be the cause of it -- and so he knew he had to bring her to Adam. Now. And of course, if he did it the way he planned to, she wouldn't actually know the location. Just in case that little niggly voice in the back of his head (the one that spoke with a Mancunian accent and reminded him from time to time that people weren't to be trusted) was right, and she was playing him.

He hated thinking that way about anyone, but he'd learned his lesson with his own mother and as much as what Marissa -- Mary -- was saying read true, there was still that tiny voice of doubt. He refused to even acknowledge the hint of fear that once Adam had his family back, he'd have no need of him...

So he nodded to Mary and told her, "Hang on tight, and don't be scared." Then he concentrated for a moment, feeling for Adam. He was at home in his apartment, and after a moment of thinking about others who might be visiting (Elle, Mom... and no, he was not going to think more about that at all. Ever.) he was relatively sure Adam was alone. He smiled, took Mary's hand and concentrated, teleporting to the hallway right outside Adam's apartment. "Are you okay?"

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