[ Sylar gives the slightest shake of his head, because it was never really about other people. He settled his hands again, just lying quietly still, replying to each of Peter's kisses with his own. This gentle bonding is only natural after the turmoil of the last few hours, the tense arguments, the high emotions. A way of smoothing things back to a more managable level. ]

I promise not to stab any more waitresses. And you know it doesn't matter what they think. If you do this, then you aren't doing it for the glory, you're doing it to help people.