"She's giving me a chance," he replied, putting his hands on the table to pass his coffee mug between them, telekinetically. It was a nervous habit of his, something he did often, regardless of whether or not there happened to be eyes on him--in New York, people ignored what they didn't understand, after all. And here? The place was empty enough that he didn't even think about it before he started, and when it did occur to him that, perhaps, this wasn't the wisest move, he figured the way he'd positioned himself would hide what he was doing well enough.
"She doesn't have to, but she is. Her. Peter." He shrugged, the cup skidding to a halt, and looked up at Bennet. "It's more than anyone else would offer, and it's more than that." How deep his relationship with his niece was none of the other man's concern--not unless Claire felt compelled to mention it, first--but there it was. She was important because she treated him like a human being, like a proper uncle, rather than a monster, and he valued that.
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Date: 2009-02-05 12:57 am (UTC)"She doesn't have to, but she is. Her. Peter." He shrugged, the cup skidding to a halt, and looked up at Bennet. "It's more than anyone else would offer, and it's more than that." How deep his relationship with his niece was none of the other man's concern--not unless Claire felt compelled to mention it, first--but there it was. She was important because she treated him like a human being, like a proper uncle, rather than a monster, and he valued that.