Peter was a willing participant in this only in the sense that it was the lesser of two hideous evils, none of which he wanted to deal with. But at least he wasn't going to complain about it as he followed Sylar into the shower, ducking his face when the other man turned on the spray to avoid the water.

There wasn't anything comfortable about this as his pants quickly began to cling to him, dried blood already starting to run through to the drain. And yet, Sylar's arm around him was still comfort, a constant, something he was still undoubtedly thankful for.

But he looked up at the other man and nodded, shaking hard enough that he was gritting his teeth. "i'll do what I can," was all he managed before squeezing his eyes shut, reaching for Sylar's shirt and grabbing hold, twisting the fabric in his fingers. There was nothing he could do but wait for the inevitable and hope it didn't send him sinking to his knees.