Gaze jumping from Sylar's hand back to his face, he simply stays quiet and listens. Swallowing thickly, he opens his mouth to say something the instant the other man is finished, and then closes it again, telling himself he needs a few more seconds to think it through.

Because even though the concept is that Sylar is his villain, Sylar keeps calling Peter his and it's enough to make Peter flush all over again in ways that might make this situation far more uncomfortable on his end.

"I get it, I just--" There was something challenging about talking about this while he's curled up in bed, something that added far too much meaning to it while talking away a solid standing ground that Peter would have usually wanted. Practically nosing down into the blankets, Peter exhales, wishing Sylar would just go through with his reaching. Would do something to add a little more emphasis to his words.

"I know that's why he did it. Now at least, maybe not when I went up on the roof. I didn't even know it was him up there." Flicking his gaze back towards Sylar, he looks moderately concerned, chewing on his lower lip for a second. "Sylar, you're collared. How exactly are you going to kill him?"