[as they pull away, Sylar mutters something to Peter. whatever it is, it's enough to get a little laugh out of Peter -- as well as get him to shove him away from him -- and Sylar smirks, pops his eyebrows in a shrug and moves away to see if there's any coffee left. they'll probably have a longer, more serious conversation later, but for now, they both seem to be resettling, remembering they have an audience and not wanting to make her feel like a third wheel]
no subject
So, uh -- sorry.