[ There was a rather large 'duh' that seemed to radiate around Sylar's words, and Peter heard it clearly, even though it was left unspoken. But he was quick to fix his error, just so he didn't have to think about the fact that he'd made it in the first place.
With a hand on Sylar once again, Peter froze the other man back into time, leaving him by himself. His first inclination was to steal the opportunity to lose it so Sylar didn't have to see him doing so - this wasn't about him after all- but he didn't want to have to think about it, didn't want to deal with it, not right now. So instead he was quick to act, shaking himself off, and leaving Sylar to step out of the tub, already stripping as he went. Leaving his own wet clothes on a pile in the bathroom floor to deal with later, he swiped a towel for himself and set another few on top of the counter as he headed to the bedroom to grab blankets, only stopping for a few seconds to try dry off before he put on a pair of sweatpants and headed back towards the bathroom.
Grabbing a stack of blankets, Peter thought to himself for a moment before putting them on top of the bed and setting his palm on top of the stack of blankets. He remembered something that Michael had taught him, something he knew back from his days in college -- that all atomic subatomic particles worked by means of electromagnetic forces. Magnetic forces that could be manipulated if only he knew how to focus. Chewing on his lower lip, Peter tried to carefully set the atoms into slight motion, only enough to make the blankets begin to carefully warm beneath his hand, leaving Peter faintly pleased with himself.
Headed back towards the bathroom, Peter left the blankets outside the bathroom door before heading back in again, staring at the other man for a few seconds, trying to decide on how exactly to do this. Sighing, he stepped back into the tub and shoved his pants... turned shorts, down. Wrinkling his nose in something like irritation, Peter simply knelt down and irradiated the rest of the material, still frozen in time around Sylar's feet, into dust, before standing up straight again and wrapping his fingers around Sylar's arm, teleporting them backwards out of the tub.
Taking a few steps back, he grabbed one of the larger towels and shook it out before wrapping it around Sylar's literally frozen shoulders. Another one went around around the other man's waist, and a third he finally used to set about vigorously drying Sylar's hair, just as he squeezed his eyes shut and brought time back to where it should be. ]
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[ There was a rather large 'duh' that seemed to radiate around Sylar's words, and Peter heard it clearly, even though it was left unspoken. But he was quick to fix his error, just so he didn't have to think about the fact that he'd made it in the first place.
With a hand on Sylar once again, Peter froze the other man back into time, leaving him by himself. His first inclination was to steal the opportunity to lose it so Sylar didn't have to see him doing so - this wasn't about him after all- but he didn't want to have to think about it, didn't want to deal with it, not right now. So instead he was quick to act, shaking himself off, and leaving Sylar to step out of the tub, already stripping as he went. Leaving his own wet clothes on a pile in the bathroom floor to deal with later, he swiped a towel for himself and set another few on top of the counter as he headed to the bedroom to grab blankets, only stopping for a few seconds to try dry off before he put on a pair of sweatpants and headed back towards the bathroom.
Grabbing a stack of blankets, Peter thought to himself for a moment before putting them on top of the bed and setting his palm on top of the stack of blankets. He remembered something that Michael had taught him, something he knew back from his days in college -- that all atomic subatomic particles worked by means of electromagnetic forces. Magnetic forces that could be manipulated if only he knew how to focus. Chewing on his lower lip, Peter tried to carefully set the atoms into slight motion, only enough to make the blankets begin to carefully warm beneath his hand, leaving Peter faintly pleased with himself.
Headed back towards the bathroom, Peter left the blankets outside the bathroom door before heading back in again, staring at the other man for a few seconds, trying to decide on how exactly to do this. Sighing, he stepped back into the tub and shoved his pants... turned shorts, down. Wrinkling his nose in something like irritation, Peter simply knelt down and irradiated the rest of the material, still frozen in time around Sylar's feet, into dust, before standing up straight again and wrapping his fingers around Sylar's arm, teleporting them backwards out of the tub.
Taking a few steps back, he grabbed one of the larger towels and shook it out before wrapping it around Sylar's literally frozen shoulders. Another one went around around the other man's waist, and a third he finally used to set about vigorously drying Sylar's hair, just as he squeezed his eyes shut and brought time back to where it should be. ]