Peter moved to follow her to the bathroom; John stopped him with four weary words. "Let her be, boy."
Peter looked to him, then away, intently studying the floor, and nodded. He stood there for a moment, dumbly, his fingers curling into fist, something near anger coiling in his chest, but he fought it down, sighing when it had passed. And when it had and in an effort to at least feel as though he was helping someone, he shuffled over to Sylar, dropping down on the ground next to him to check his vitals, half-worried since he hadn't woken up yet.
John probably could have reassured him -- probably should have, in fact -- but he couldn't be bothered. Sylar was fine, he knew that well enough, and if Peter was scared out of his mind? So be it. The boy deserved a little taste of terror for all that he had done to him, and even if he was feeling more generous and less spiteful, he was too damn tired. London was looking better and better every second.
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Date: 2010-11-14 08:53 am (UTC)Peter looked to him, then away, intently studying the floor, and nodded. He stood there for a moment, dumbly, his fingers curling into fist, something near anger coiling in his chest, but he fought it down, sighing when it had passed. And when it had and in an effort to at least feel as though he was helping someone, he shuffled over to Sylar, dropping down on the ground next to him to check his vitals, half-worried since he hadn't woken up yet.
John probably could have reassured him -- probably should have, in fact -- but he couldn't be bothered. Sylar was fine, he knew that well enough, and if Peter was scared out of his mind? So be it. The boy deserved a little taste of terror for all that he had done to him, and even if he was feeling more generous and less spiteful, he was too damn tired. London was looking better and better every second.