"You're different, strange and new."
"I'm not that different, love."
"Claude, you shaved."
He looked strange, no furry mess when she stroked his cheeks, no more brandy breath and smelly old coats.
"What brought on this change? Was it the one you were with?"
Claude took the steaming tea from her hands, waves of anger bouncing off of him, and we're not talking little waves. He was angry most of the time, but never when he came to see her, there was always a smile on his face.
"They found you?"
"Love, you sure you can't read minds too? Now, where's the brandy?"
"Cla-"
"I was joking, Rosie. I'll just have the tea, I know how much you hate seeing me drink."
Her body felt like it was on fire with sorrow, it felt like she was going to cry and never stop, the really bad thing about it was it wasn't what she was feeling.
"Claude, who was the guy with you? The one that was so angry, that I could feel him along with you?"
"Oh, that pansy was Peter, or should I say Mr. Bomb."
She remembered Claude's ranting and ravings about Peter for the past few days, she was even the one that made him go back and help the poor guy.
"Well, where is he?"
"I kind of left him, somewhere…somewhere?"
"Claude! How could you! He really needs our help."
"And why would we want to help him?"
"Because I said so, finish your tea, were going to find Peter, whether you like it or not."
He gulped down his tea just to spite her, knowing that she wouldn't like it if he was burned because of her.
"You felt something, didn't you. What he lost his puppy? Sylars got his tongue?"
She froze, her hand almost on the door knob, the name that haunted her dreams, dreams of bloodshed, lovers, and fresh cookies.
It was hard to even think the name, it felt like a piece of her was being broken away every time the name was said or even whispered.
"Rosie, I-I forgot. I'm so sorry-"
"Let's go before he moves again."