[ There's a prompt rapping on the door exactly seventeen minutes later. He has a large brown bag of Chinese food, more than either of them could eat but the product of panicking when it came to trying to find something they could share.
Hopefully Peter's in. He probably is, Sylar trusts him enough not to be jerking him around. And really, Peter is the only person who wouldn't, in his mind, quite literally speaking on that. His middle finger taps against the side of his leg as he waits, eyes down so he isn't staring anxiously into the peep-hole like a creep. ]
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Hopefully Peter's in. He probably is, Sylar trusts him enough not to be jerking him around. And really, Peter is the only person who wouldn't, in his mind, quite literally speaking on that. His middle finger taps against the side of his leg as he waits, eyes down so he isn't staring anxiously into the peep-hole like a creep. ]