[ Sylar reaches out to take the newspaper as McCoy finds his seat, seemingly much more interested in what was on the front page than the conversation. Peter was looking for a waitress, though, and Sylar dipped the paper slightly to look over the top of it at the doctor. ]

Still not the kind of thing you want your friends walking in on, no matter how good their bedside manner is.

[ He dropped his eyes again to the paper, which had become a lot more interesting to him since he'd set Peter off in his new path as a healer. He didn't read for long, because it wasn't exactly social, and at last he set the newspaper down again, sitting forward. ]

Shall we sort that out first?