[ Sylar tuned himself back in, flicking his gaze from the wall back down to Peter, and reached down toward him, stroked a hand back through his hair slowly. He wasn't very emotional as a default, but flickers of it were coming through now, so that only Peter could see them. Real, unselfish emotion. ]

I've been helping you. [ He wet his lips, warily, and nosed against Peter again, sighed against his mouth. ] But I've also been a terrible boyfriend. I'm not even trying to get along with your friends.

[ The joke is cover for the fact that he is being a hundred percent serious. ]