Yeah, well maybe I don't deserve to have any. Ever thought of that? [ Glaring up at Sylar for a long moment, there's a thousand other things Peter wants to say, but each second he doesn't say them, it gets harder to try.

Not to mention, Peter feels intensely awkward having this argument while holding a plate and coffee, breakfast Sylar made, and he can only take it for so long before he pushes himself up off the couch and breezes past Sylar back into the kitchen. ]

And I tried having a social calendar, didn't turn out so well.

[ Peter's edging up on getting actually upset, rinsing out his cup and giving off the tell tale signs of anger. He tried to come back out of his shell after months of regressing, tried to date, tried to get involved. And then Amy had a fiance and Claire put herself in jail and the world managed to close in around him again, just when he'd started to try. ]