Uh... [ Pulling his head out from the fridge, Peter thinks for a second as he pops open a beer. ] Yeah, I should. Hold on.
[ Setting the can back on the counter, Peter kneels to rummage through a side cabinet, filled with odds and ends -- books, paperwork from the hospital, old newspapers, and some leftover art supplies tucked away amidst it all. Walking over to Sylar, he holds out the sketchpads, glancing only briefly at the one Sylar'd finished. ]
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[ Setting the can back on the counter, Peter kneels to rummage through a side cabinet, filled with odds and ends -- books, paperwork from the hospital, old newspapers, and some leftover art supplies tucked away amidst it all. Walking over to Sylar, he holds out the sketchpads, glancing only briefly at the one Sylar'd finished. ]
Here.