[ Practically everything that Jesse said flew directly over Peter's head, save for the part about whether or not this could be taken fast or slow, a fact he knew perfectly well. Because if this was Peter's choice, it would be over already, and they'd be going home, the hunger hopefully appeased. Instead, he was left seething on the spot, desperately wanting to shake Sylar and tell him to just get on with it, because the raucous voice of the hunger rattling around in his head was painful. Sylar should know that, he should understand, and yet he was just given an ultimatum.
If he didn't behave, he was going to get sent home, a fate far worse than trying to figure out where his patience had run off to.
Staring up desperately at Sylar, trying to get him to understand through mere eye contact alone that this wasn't even remotely easy for him, Peter finally dropped his gaze and stared at the floor -- even looking at Jesse was too dangerous. ] Fine, but he's not gonna get it.
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If he didn't behave, he was going to get sent home, a fate far worse than trying to figure out where his patience had run off to.
Staring up desperately at Sylar, trying to get him to understand through mere eye contact alone that this wasn't even remotely easy for him, Peter finally dropped his gaze and stared at the floor -- even looking at Jesse was too dangerous. ] Fine, but he's not gonna get it.