[ Shrinking a little lower at the admonishment, Peter kept anything he had to say in return to himself for a few seconds while he simply watched Sylar. McCoy could say what he want, but they both had a complete understanding of telepathy and even though Peter'd never done that express task before, he should've been more than able to do it.
Not that it really mattered one way or another.
At the appearance of the waitress, Peter looked back up, making do with a small smile and just ordering a coffee. Ducking his face afterword, he poked his foot at Sylar's chair a little petulantly, flicking his gaze back up at the other while they waited for McCoy to order. ]
It's not galavanting. [ Spoken under his breath more than anything, and directed back at Sylar, Peter had never once acted like people were toys, and getting boxed into that belief was just a bit frustrating. Though he supposed the irritation from McCoy was well earned to a certain extent, he glanced back down towards the table, trying to keep himself looking pointedly unbothered. ]
And i'm pretty sure he doesn't care about whether or not i'm sane. Nobody did.
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Not that it really mattered one way or another.
At the appearance of the waitress, Peter looked back up, making do with a small smile and just ordering a coffee. Ducking his face afterword, he poked his foot at Sylar's chair a little petulantly, flicking his gaze back up at the other while they waited for McCoy to order. ]
It's not galavanting. [ Spoken under his breath more than anything, and directed back at Sylar, Peter had never once acted like people were toys, and getting boxed into that belief was just a bit frustrating. Though he supposed the irritation from McCoy was well earned to a certain extent, he glanced back down towards the table, trying to keep himself looking pointedly unbothered. ]
And i'm pretty sure he doesn't care about whether or not i'm sane. Nobody did.