Simone just says that she knows that Peter believes in this stuff and she believes in him, so if Nathan could just STEP OFF and start believing in his brother too, maybe he'd get out of the damn coma and stop dreaming about exploding hands. Nathan orders Simone to show him some proof that all this shit is real. "I've been in this damn hospital for two weeks waiting for something to happen," he says, putting on his coat, "and I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit around and watch my brother die. Take me to the artist. I want to see what's worth all this." Simone gets up to leave, and Nathan stops at his brother's side, leans over, PAUSES, then lays the longest, sweetest kiss on Peter's cheek that I've ever seen from a heterosexual man IN MY LIFE. Don't care if they're Italian, y'all -- Pasdar's totally fucking with us. A kiss on the forehead? Good. A kiss on the cheek that is about a millimeter from Milo's mouth? Better. And fucking hilarious. Also? He rasps, "I love you, man" before he walks off. Hee. Hee hee hee hee hee. That shit better show up in a series of outtakes on the Heroes DVDs, yo. Like, I want a whole section devoted to the BroYay. I seriously think that Pasdar and Venti sit around their trailers concocting ways to bring more BroYay into their scenes. I could not love them more if they were covered in cotton candy.
Domestic Disturbances Domicile. With Niki gone, D.L. has had to take over the care and feeding of Micah. Unfortunately, his idea of "care and feeding" amounts to "slapping refrigerated peanut butter all over white bread and smacking it down on a plate with a bunch of roughed-up apples." Micah ribs his dad about his lack of culinary skills and they enjoy some silly time. That is until D.L. notices that Micah has a bruise on his forehead. He's been fighting at school because some kid called Niki a psycho killer. Well, she kind of is, but that's still rude. Instead of lecturing Micah on the joys of not fighting back against schoolyard bullies, D.L. just assures his son that, even though it's tough right now with Niki gone, they're going to make it on their own.
There's a knock at the door and D.L. goes to answer it. A guy in a suit with a fat head is there and he introduces himself as "Aaron Malski" and says that D.L. should have been expecting him. "I take it you have it here?" asks Malski, which is an awesome name for what I'm assuming is a dirty, scummy, evil piece of rat turd like this guy. D.L. nods Malski inside and shuts the door. (By the way, closed captioning is spelling this guys name this way; elsewhere on the Interwebs, it seems to be spelled "Aron Malsky." Either way, it's an awesomely greasy name.)