Now you're right beneath my feet, but still within my reach

[stepsonbutterflies]

He wanted an escape, an exit, a way out. Peter had screwed up everything so thoroughly that he couldn’t muddle his way out, at least not now. He needed a break from string theory, consequences, reactions and responsibilities. He couldn’t go back to before he’d messed things up, not until he had a solution because the potential for screwing things up further was too high. He needed to go somewhere fresh, somewhere he hadn’t touched to focus on how he could fix his timeline. Peter took a deep breath, closed his eyes and used Hiro’s teleportation.

When he opened his eyes, he had no idea where he was. It felt different from what he was accustomed to. It looked different and it certainly wasn’t torn up from a virus or an explosion. That was an improvement in and of itself. He took a step forward, glancing around for clues to where he was. Honestly, he didn’t really care where he was. It was a case of ‘anywhere but there’. This wasn’t there. It worked for him.

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[stepsonbutterflies]

He followed her without any real idea of why he was following her. He wasn't usually so trusting, so willing to put himself out there, but Sassy was very persuasive.

"Is it far?"

[no_substitution]

Shaking her head no, she stops a few feet outside the gates of the cometary and points to the building (a hotel) across the street. "It's right there."

Easy access to baby vamps, the bar scene for better vamps, and a hospital with a blood bank for savvy vamps. Sassy had them all within walking distance. She also had housekeeping and laundry services and access to the pool and gym, so the hotel's penthouse suite was pretty much the best apartment ever.

"My dad used to take me to stay here when I was little so when I moved out on my own, I... Moved there." And crossing the street now! She does look both ways, but luckily there is a lull in traffic on the relatively calm evening, so they don't need to play frogger to make it to the other side.

[stepsonbutterflies]

Peter looks up at the hotel. It reminds him very much of something Nathan would arrange for him to live in. His brother paid for his apartment for years and Peter had allowed it because he figured his family owed him.

"Convenient," he says with a soft, wry sort of smirk.

Oh good. Being the frog hurts. Peter doesn't want to go through that and he'd rather not have to worry about her going through it either.

[no_substitution]

"It reminds me of him." She drags him in through the doors, nodding to the doorman who seems surprised that a man is trailing behind Sassy. She drags him all the way past the elevators and shoves open the door to the stairwell.

Yeah, she's a slayer, twelve flights of stairs is nothing. Keep up, Peter!

[stepsonbutterflies]

Peter catches the whole surprised doorman bit. It comforts him really. He allows himself to be dragged along by the tiny brunette, happy enough to take the stairs.

He's keeping up! Mostly.

"You just like taking stairs?"