[ Swallowing thickly, only for a brief second did Peter contemplate tugging back. He wasn't looking to punish Sylar with cold, not even slightly, and if anything he was far more interested in punishing himself. If Peter wanted to, he could trace the blame entirely back onto himself and that was far easier then pointing the finger at Sylar and saying he shouldn't have done this or that or the next thing. Because Peter was still the one who had started all of this, and Peter was still the one who could hate himself better than anyone.
Adam had already started the work for him, now Peter was just terrified. And guiltier than he quite knew how to deal with. But he stayed put, nose pressed into Sylar's hair from a hold he wasn't truly willing to wiggle himself back away from. ]
Okay.
[ If anything, Peter's voice sounded stubbornly thick, as if his throat was threatening to close, but he nudged at the top of Sylar's head, pressing a hand against Sylar's chest and pushing him backwards ] Get comfy. I won't go anywhere.
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Adam had already started the work for him, now Peter was just terrified. And guiltier than he quite knew how to deal with. But he stayed put, nose pressed into Sylar's hair from a hold he wasn't truly willing to wiggle himself back away from. ]
Okay.
[ If anything, Peter's voice sounded stubbornly thick, as if his throat was threatening to close, but he nudged at the top of Sylar's head, pressing a hand against Sylar's chest and pushing him backwards ] Get comfy. I won't go anywhere.