Lydia nodded a little bit, rubbing her hands over the leather coating her arms for a moment. "Yeah, I think...we should go to John's place. I can help carry him..." She was pretty strong, after all, stronger than Peter, really.

There was their stuff, too, that would need to be moved, but Sylar was more important. They could get the stuff later, or Peter could maybe get that, or...something. "I just...I'd rather..." Not try and sleep here, but she figured that was something she didn't need to say aloud.