Watching Sylar inspect his collar, Peter hadn't expected that Sylar would want him to get a feel for it too. His eyes go a litte bit wider when Sylar pulls his hand up to his neck and it's all Peter can do to let his fingers neatly curl against the metal, chewing on his lower lip as his thumb slides across the flat portion of it. He has to wonder how he'd feel if he was the one in Sylar's situation. If he was the one who'd had his powers cut off, who'd had that part of him stolen away.

But his thoughts are interrupted by Sylar's story and Peter blinks sleepily, shifting his gaze from the collar to Sylar's face as he listens. And while it's not so much a story as it is some kind of explanation, a further understanding of their connection, it's all Peter can do to keep from squirming as the other man's fingers slide down his arm, shifting under the sheets.

"I- Sylar." Back to chewing on his lower lip, he's still got his fingers wrapped around the collar, almost possessively, in the same way that Sylar seemingly has Peter wrapped possessively around his own fingers.

"Can I think I about it?" Because he knows if he makes a decision now, it might be one he regrets out of sheer sleepiness, the need to rest pulling at his conscious and tugging on his eyelids. Slowly, he uncurls his fingers, sliding his arm back down against Sylar's hand until he has it safely tucked under the covers. But he's still staring, still looking up at Sylar, still thinking with eyes that are barely staying open. "I'll think about it, okay? I promise, I just--" Rubbing at his face, and going quiet for a second, the pull of sleep was suddenly atrociously strong. "I'm tired."