“I can't believe we just did that.” Nathan stares at his brother, then worried thoughts of his wife and political career come to his mind. He's screwed. He's beyond screwed, he's damned-- he's just slept with his flesh and blood brother for gods sake.“If it wasn't for that damn bottle of rum, none of this would have happened.”
“I have a confession to make.”
“And what's that, Peter?”
“I wasn't actually drunk.”
“Wait,” Nathan knows why HE did this-- but Peter, if he wasn't drunk as well what the hell was he doing in bed with him. “You weren't actually drunk?!”
“Advanced healing. I can't get drunk because my liver doesn't care what kind of poisons get put into me.” He plays with his brothers hair, making Nathan feel a little more self-conscious. Sobering up sometimes comes with huge side effects. “And I don't seem to mind who gets put into me.”
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Date: 2009-05-23 05:00 pm (UTC)“I have a confession to make.”
“And what's that, Peter?”
“I wasn't actually drunk.”
“Wait,” Nathan knows why HE did this-- but Peter, if he wasn't drunk as well what the hell was he doing in bed with him. “You weren't actually drunk?!”
“Advanced healing. I can't get drunk because my liver doesn't care what kind of poisons get put into me.” He plays with his brothers hair, making Nathan feel a little more self-conscious. Sobering up sometimes comes with huge side effects. “And I don't seem to mind who gets put into me.”
“My god, Mohinder was right. You are a whore!”