There's a Connection

[chimeramimicry]

"There's a Connection"
Who:  Peter and Nathan
When: Pre Season 1

It took ten minutes to actually get inside the building.  People wearing his last name on their chests and bags was a usual sight.  He wasn't presumptuous enough to actually wear a pin himself, though he kept one in his satchel.

Peter saw his brother cross in front of the glass, talking on the phone, and he tried to wave at him, but of course, the man had better things to do than glance out windows.  Nevermind that.  Peter finally pushed his way through the revolving doors of his brother's campaign headquarters and sighed as even more people clogged the small reception area.

"Nathan!"  He needed just a bit of help to catch up to his brother and not be stuck with the teaming masses.

Comments

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

A trip?

Peter inhaled slightly. "I've only been here and to Maine at the summer house...and Annapolis when you graduated..." Peter led a sheltered life. "Maybe you're right. A vacation-- Oh...I couldn't leave my patients."

[dontflywithme.livejournal.com]

"Sure you could, Pete. A week would be fine, there are other hospice nurses in this city. Your patients must understand, I mean, you're not an old man. You're a young guy. They're probably wondering why the hell someone like you is taking care of dying people when he should be out living his life and partying it up."

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

Peter shook his head almost too quickly and turned to look at Nathan with annoyingly soulful eyes. "I'm the last person some of them have. They wouldn't want a stranger with them on their last week. Maybe when my schedules clears. I do have that trust fund I've never touched... I don't have anyone to go with either. It's fine."

[dontflywithme.livejournal.com]

"Ah, well. It was just an idea. No pressure, Pete." Nathan yawned, but straightened up. "I need to get back in there I think. Gotta make a speech." Shit, he was piss-drunk.

[chimeramimic.livejournal.com]

Peter shook his fringed hair and took Nathan's hand. "You've got all night. You need a nap. A small one."

[dontflywithme.livejournal.com]

"I don't need a nap, Pete. You need a haircut," he said with a slight slur, chuckling after. "I bet you like it when girls tug on your hair, huh? Nasty."