That visit had gone more or less how he'd expected. Peter had known going into it that his mother wasn't going to be able to help them. No, it worked the other way around: they had to help her. He had to admit that the most bothersome part of the whole thing had been accepting that Landel had somehow gotten the jump on their mother, when she was usually the sort of person who was two steps ahead of everyone else.

In other words, it had been a downer to see her, but it hadn't affected him quite as much as Nathan's visit. Besides, if they'd decided to bring Nathan back, the same thing could happen with Angela--not that Peter wanted that. Even if she didn't know who she was right now, she was probably way safer out in the "real" world.

The experience had left him feeling like he needed some down time, though, and so he didn't take the offer to go any further than the Sun Room. He and Nathan had been separated by the nurses (they didn't want them seeing too much of each other and not enough of anyone else), and so Peter was left to find a place to sit on his own.

He picked out a couch that he thought was empty, but then raised an eyebrow when he got closer and realized that someone was actually laying there. Come to think of it, that white hair looked pretty familiar...

"Roland?" The name was out of his mouth before he could even think twice about it.