Sylar hesitated, and very carefully he unwound his arms, making sure Peter really could stand before he let him go. He fetched another pile of towels out of the cabinet, set them on the lid of the toilet and unfolded one of them into his own hair, taking stock of the situation again.
And it was clear, very clear, what he had to do. He licked his lips, once, then turned back toward Peter. It was fortunate that he could stand to be cold a little longer, because there was much to do.
First, he stripped off his own drenched shirt, because it was making him all the more uncomfortable, and then he crouched down, taking off Peter's soggy shoes and peeling off his socks, all the while dripping conspicuously on the floor. He slipped off his own shoes and socks too, then stood, plucking one of the towels up and holding it out in front of Peter, eyebrows raised.
And even with the towel held out, he found himself trying to work out where to look.
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And it was clear, very clear, what he had to do. He licked his lips, once, then turned back toward Peter. It was fortunate that he could stand to be cold a little longer, because there was much to do.
First, he stripped off his own drenched shirt, because it was making him all the more uncomfortable, and then he crouched down, taking off Peter's soggy shoes and peeling off his socks, all the while dripping conspicuously on the floor. He slipped off his own shoes and socks too, then stood, plucking one of the towels up and holding it out in front of Peter, eyebrows raised.
And even with the towel held out, he found himself trying to work out where to look.