Peter had no idea why he was being dragged out of the bathroom, and he very nearly tried to latch onto the door as they went, dragging bloodied fingertips across the wall and wanting to cry. He just wanted Sylar to leave -- hell, he would've wanted anyone to leave, but this was a whole new kind of humiliation.

Just like before, the tremors were what started first, leaving Peter standing, starting to shake viciousy harder as blood died across his skin where he'd been stabbed before.

"No, I don't want anyone--" Which was exactly when the first laugh bubbled out of him, and then another, and Peter was mere inches away from shoving at Sylar, not knowing what else he was supposed to do. He was desperate to make it stop, for it to just kill him until this could be finished, and he was terrified. Terrified that it wouldn't stop, that he'd be stuck in some hideous groundhog day loop until someone got up the nerve to take his head off.

It wasn't funny, in fact he thought he was going to be sick from terror, but he was cracking up and all he had was Sylar. Just like always, the only one there was Sylar but Peter was dying again and he couldn't keep himself held together.