A Drabble A Day #6: Candles
Peter wasn't a candle person. Any candles he acquired over the years just seemed to find a random place to sit in his apartment, remaining unlit and gathering dust.
When he returned from grocery shopping, however, he discovered that his new roomate seemed to like them.
"Oh, hey. Lit a few of these up, hope ya don't mind. Actually, I don't care if you do." Claude placed another candle in its holder. Peter noticed that he had arranged them in strategic spots around the living room, giving it a nice, warm glow.
"Why did you do this?"
"Got bored. Hey, are you Jewish? 'Cause I can find a menorah to put them in if you are..."
"Uh, that's okay, I'm not. But just because you're staying here for a while doesn't mean you can touch my stuff..."
Claude stared at him quizically. "What? Poor little Peter doesn't like having his stuff touched?"
"Claude-"
"I'm going to bed. Oh, wait, am I not allowed to touch that, either? I guess I'm sleepin' outside tonight!"
"I didn't mean it like that," Peter said hastily. "You can touch stuff, just ask for permission first."
"Fair enough." Claude moved towards Peter, putting on a sweet, fake smile. "Mister Petrelli, may I touch you?"
A/N: Another double drabble! I guess the rest of them might be, too.