Peter: I do know that I don’t think I would be here if it wasn’t for you. I…I think I died.
Claire: I’ve died before. It’s no big deal.
Peter: I’m not like you, Claire. It’s uh, this healing thing is kinda new for me.
Claire: What, you didn’t know that you were going to heal when you dove off the building?
Peter: No. [he laughs] It’s kind of stupid, huh?
Claire: No, it’s not.
Heroes 1.11 - “Fallout”
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.