Claude/Noah
"I guess all that work you did with Peter Petrelli didn't work out." Noah had some idea he was being catty, but he had just spent days on the run, fearing for the life of his daughter and millions of others, trying to come up with plan after plan to protect his own. He'd lost Hana, had almost lost his Claire, and didn't even want to think of what the remaining forces behind Primatech were planning for him.
And then there was his former partner, appearing with blazing questions about what had happened to the younger Petrelli brother and how the city had managed to survive. It had lead to screaming, threats and insults, every low blow they could land. It had lead to physical blows, too, punches that had devolved into grappling on the ground. It wasn't an unfamiliar position.
"Shove it," came his answer from the covers, covering a curled up body. There was pain in the voice, loss and loneliness. Noah couldn't bring himself to care.
"I'll be leaving, stay as long as you like, I'm done with the place." He had a family to return to. He actually had a life.