Yeah, and why not? [ His attention snaps sideways again, looking angrier than he did a moment ago. ] There're people who've been here for years, Sylar. Years. People who don't know when they might go home and are pretty damn sure they never will.
And all I have looking forward to at home is finding out whether or not I killed Nathan, which isn't any better than all the guilt i've to deal with here.
[ .... oops. Snapping his jaw shut, Peter's shoulders sink and all he keeps thinking is that he doesn't want to have another day full of emotional outbursts caused by Sylar. But at this rate, he'll be falling apart at Sylar's feet in no time.
The other man was the only one who seemed to be able to say all the right things -- or wrong things, really-- that made Peter snap, twist until he spilled what he wouldn't say to anyone else, not even other people who said they cared. Because they didn't understand and never could. Swearing under his breath, Peter goes right back to ducking his face down, staring at the mug he's stil holding in his hand.
Maybe he really should escape while he still can, but Peter couldn't imagine getting up and leaving. He didn't know why, but he couldn't leave, didn't want to, and perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Sylar cared and it affected Peter far more than it should have. ]
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And all I have looking forward to at home is finding out whether or not I killed Nathan, which isn't any better than all the guilt i've to deal with here.
[ .... oops. Snapping his jaw shut, Peter's shoulders sink and all he keeps thinking is that he doesn't want to have another day full of emotional outbursts caused by Sylar. But at this rate, he'll be falling apart at Sylar's feet in no time.
The other man was the only one who seemed to be able to say all the right things -- or wrong things, really-- that made Peter snap, twist until he spilled what he wouldn't say to anyone else, not even other people who said they cared. Because they didn't understand and never could. Swearing under his breath, Peter goes right back to ducking his face down, staring at the mug he's stil holding in his hand.
Maybe he really should escape while he still can, but Peter couldn't imagine getting up and leaving. He didn't know why, but he couldn't leave, didn't want to, and perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Sylar cared and it affected Peter far more than it should have. ]