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Peter stood next to me at Nathan’s grave. Our years alone had smoothed the jagged edges of his grief, but it was still there like a black cloud.
“Give me the finger.”
“You are nuts.” Peter chuckled and flipped me off.
Nathan’s ring was clutched in my hand. I carefully slipped it onto his middle finger. His hands were smaller than Nathan’s, or mine, so no ring finger for Peter.
“God, Sylar.” Peter’s tears made me cry. “I…the boys…they…”
“Nathan wanted you to have it.” I pulled him into my arms and held him until I lost track of time.
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“Give me the finger.”
“You are nuts.” Peter chuckled and flipped me off.
Nathan’s ring was clutched in my hand. I carefully slipped it onto his middle finger. His hands were smaller than Nathan’s, or mine, so no ring finger for Peter.
“God, Sylar.” Peter’s tears made me cry. “I…the boys…they…”
“Nathan wanted you to have it.” I pulled him into my arms and held him until I lost track of time.
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