[ Alright, admittedly, that was a little bit of a smack to the face. Through most of Sylar's words, Peter's left staring into his cup of coffee, feeling rather guilty for hating every that he did have.

He's not trying to act like the stuck up little rich boy, Nathan always got to play that part while Peter always ran for dear life from it. It helped that his own father thought he was worthless and made that point clear until the day that he died.

But at the last question he looks up, but only just for a second. ]

Because I don't need more than this, and I can't afford much more than this, even if I wanted it. [ After a beat, he shrugs almost shamefully, taking a sip of his rapidly cooly coffee. ] Spike never complained.