For a dramatic change, Peter was the one who wasn't hideously uncomfortable in this situation simply because he believed nothing could possibly happen. His interests weren't exactly secret between them, so much as unspoken, and Peter simply expected Sylar to handle himself the same way he always did, which was with far more confidence than Peter'd ever possessed. He was too out of it to even try and sneak any kind of a look, though the opportunity obviously provided for one.

Not to mention, Peter was a little busy curling into himself, the same way he slept every night -- like a puppy wound into a tight ball.

But at the other man's words, he shifted, stretching out enough so that he coud glance over his shoulder through the dark at the other man and stare at him for a few moments while he spoke, remaining silent a few more afterward. "Doesn't mean you have to do anything about it." Peter yawned, rubbed at his eyes. He'd been murdered in the Port before, along with tortured and killed and nobody had done a single thing. Along similar lines, he didn't think anybody needed to do anything about this particular event, especially not Sylar.