[ At Sylar's voice, Peter lifted his gaze up towards the other man, mouth caught open as he retracted his question. Swallowing his voice, he waited instead, looking around for a second and taking in the quiet sight of his home, a place he hadn't visited since before Nathan had arrived. Everything had been hanging on edge ever since his brother had shown up, his breath held in an attempt to keep it all together, and now that it had all shifted, Peter wasn't sure he could take it anymore. Not that he was doing so well with that to begin with.

Pulled from his thoughts as Sylar tugged him along, Peter swallowed hard, focused in on the feel of his hand in Sylar's, of what it felt like to be here with him. Again. Not that it was truly him, but Peter was trying to cope.

Staring at Sylar, Peter nodded when Sylar finally figured it out, glancing over his shoulder towards the couch and then past it towards his bedroom. Turning back, he found his voice, staring down at their hands instead of looking into Sylar's face. ]

Yeah, it is. I'd lived here for four.. five years. You were the one that found an apartment in the Port that loos like it.