“Pretend you’re having a good time, Nathan.” He frowned at me from behind the barbeque, then smiled as a reporter pointed a camera at him. “Nathan Petrelli makes better hamburgers. Vote for him because he believes in family values.”
“Do I detect sarcasm, Pete?” The fake smile flashed again as he dropped a charred burger on a bun.
“I don’t know, Nathan. Were my lips moving?”
“I’m just trying to get elected. I don’t need you to be my moral compass.”
I let out snort and stared at him over my sunglasses. “God knows someone needs to fill that void.”
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Date: 2010-06-27 07:34 pm (UTC)From:“Do I detect sarcasm, Pete?” The fake smile flashed again as he dropped a charred burger on a bun.
“I don’t know, Nathan. Were my lips moving?”
“I’m just trying to get elected. I don’t need you to be my moral compass.”
I let out snort and stared at him over my sunglasses. “God knows someone needs to fill that void.”