She gladly returns the hug, comforted as ever by Peter's presence. No matter how independent she tries to be, no matter how confident and established she becomes, she'll always need her people. It's weird to think of how far she's come, especially knowing how much she cherishes these visits.
Claire has always looked up to Peter; that's not going to change just because she's got a farm of outcasts under her wing. Same with Noah, too. Visits from her dad are a little more frequent, but still treasured all the same.
"We're all good!" Her smile is bright as she pulls back, gently nudging Archie aside so she can get him a biscuit from the canister on the kitchen counter. "Busy with, well. Everything. We're starting to see some of the harvest come in from our garden, and we've been tending to the fields too."
Archie sits at Claire's urging, well-behaved as can be when he knows there's a treat waiting for him. She keeps talking as she gives him the biscuit, which seems to settle him down some.
"Don't worry about it, really. I did a supply run a couple days ago. There's no way I'm putting you to work and making you run errands on your day off." Her uncle's presence, his willingness to offer comfort and advice, emotional support, that was always appreciated regardless of whether he actually did any physical labor.
Some of the kids staying on the farm were coming into their powers and struggling with them - a struggle with which Peter Petrelli was intimately familiar.
"But I'll be taking the dogs out in a bit, so you can come watch 'em run around in the field with me, that's not really work. Oh-- and we're doin' a cookout-slash-picnic thing with burgers and all that if you wanna stay for dinner."
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Claire has always looked up to Peter; that's not going to change just because she's got a farm of outcasts under her wing. Same with Noah, too. Visits from her dad are a little more frequent, but still treasured all the same.
"We're all good!" Her smile is bright as she pulls back, gently nudging Archie aside so she can get him a biscuit from the canister on the kitchen counter. "Busy with, well. Everything. We're starting to see some of the harvest come in from our garden, and we've been tending to the fields too."
Archie sits at Claire's urging, well-behaved as can be when he knows there's a treat waiting for him. She keeps talking as she gives him the biscuit, which seems to settle him down some.
"Don't worry about it, really. I did a supply run a couple days ago. There's no way I'm putting you to work and making you run errands on your day off." Her uncle's presence, his willingness to offer comfort and advice, emotional support, that was always appreciated regardless of whether he actually did any physical labor.
Some of the kids staying on the farm were coming into their powers and struggling with them - a struggle with which Peter Petrelli was intimately familiar.
"But I'll be taking the dogs out in a bit, so you can come watch 'em run around in the field with me, that's not really work. Oh-- and we're doin' a cookout-slash-picnic thing with burgers and all that if you wanna stay for dinner."