Peter stayed where he was in his bedroom, shuddering miserably, clapping his hand over his mouth to contain the occasional laugh as the tremors slowly worsened. Peter wasn't sure he was exactly thrilled about this idea, but if it made this all stop, if it put an end to this before he had to die another three times, than he didn't particularly care. Who knew how long it would take if he didn't, each death growing infinitely more agonizing until there was nothing left of him.

Lost in thought as his shaking turned harder, Sylar's appearance caught him off guard and he snapped his attention up, pausing for only a few seconds to stare at the knife in Sylars belt loop before he caved and took Sylar's hand, pushing himself up to his feet.

"Okay." Dropping his gaze miserably, Peter just wanted to get this over with, wanted to be done with it. And he was just trying not to think about what was going to happen next as he was led to the bathroom.