Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was in the kitchen making breakfast for whoever happened by as he occasionally was wont to do. Hunter was with him, stalking across the back of the sofa and sniffing curiously inbetween the cushions. The tv, thankfully had been dispossessed of whatever weirdness that had had it playing pirate porn the night before and Dean had it tuned to nothing more provocative than some music videos.

All in all it was a fairly cheerful morning.

[OOC: free breakfast for any who wants it.]

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[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Felt sure I could," Peter told him.

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec smirked faintly, looking somewhat dubiously at Peter. "Just out of the blue?"

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"I'd had dreams about it," Peter explained. "Really strong dreals. Like they were real."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"I've had dreams like that," Alec said, making a face. "Nothing as nice as being able to fly, but realistic? Been there."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Got any tips for a guy who's feeling his way around this?" Peter asked.

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec paused a second, not quite expecting that question and giving it the thought it likely deserved. "Have someone around to ground you, literally if needed. Af you know it's a dream, you're a step ahead of me when it happened, so just don't take it for granted."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Peter nodded, taking that all in. "I will. Thanks."