[you're talking to a guy who decided at three in the morning that coming out here was a good idea, threw all of his crap in a bag, and then drove for ten straight hours. he knows all about screwed up sleep schedules, trust him]

[not that that stops him from arching an eyebrow at Buffy's proclamation] Uh, yeah, no, not exactly. [a beat] I'm Peter -- Peter Petrelli? We spoke on the phone? I know you said you guys were good or whatever, but ... [but here he is]