[ Peter is fully aware that he could use his abilities to pull out a mug and pour coffee, but in the morning he just doesn't see the benefit to it. He doesn't want to dehumanize himself, doesn't want to sit in a chair and watch his abilities rule his every movement, though he lives in fear of when that may happen.

Not to mention, it's partially habit; the rituals of morning. But this -- Sylar being here -- is breaking every single rule, and so to avoid eye contact, once Sylar's own mug is filled, Peter waves his hand gently towards it with a brush of telekinesis to send it to the other man, while turning to attend to feeding the cats. ]

Tabitha and Denzel-- [ He nods to each one as he says their names; Tabitha the tabby, and Denzel who's fully black. ] -- And before you even ask, I didn't name them. A friend of Spike's got Denzel and we got her she went back home. And Spike named ours. [ sigh ] And now they're mine.