Peter shouldn't make that face. It didn't suit too well, what with the hair hanging in his eyes and all.
"Distracted?" Sylar repeated, touching his fingers to his jaw one last time and letting his hand slide away. That was certainly going to bruise tomorrow. "Distracted, is that what you're calling it?" His eyes were narrowed, brows slanting downwards into a glare. "Radiation manipulation that you leech off of Ted Sprague. You lose control of it, nearly wipe out half of New York, and you call it distracted?"
He rolled his eyes then, looking away for a moment before letting his gaze land back onto Peter with a hardened look. "Ah, right, right. Because Peter Petrelli gets to be the big hero. He couldn't have possibly been the bomb. Had to be that Sylar guy, the one who killed Molly Walker's parents and cut off the top of Isaac Mendez's head, right? Just blame him, it would be SO EASY." He would love Peter Petrelli a lot more when the guy was splattered across the sidewalk.
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"Distracted?" Sylar repeated, touching his fingers to his jaw one last time and letting his hand slide away. That was certainly going to bruise tomorrow. "Distracted, is that what you're calling it?" His eyes were narrowed, brows slanting downwards into a glare. "Radiation manipulation that you leech off of Ted Sprague. You lose control of it, nearly wipe out half of New York, and you call it distracted?"
He rolled his eyes then, looking away for a moment before letting his gaze land back onto Peter with a hardened look. "Ah, right, right. Because Peter Petrelli gets to be the big hero. He couldn't have possibly been the bomb. Had to be that Sylar guy, the one who killed Molly Walker's parents and cut off the top of Isaac Mendez's head, right? Just blame him, it would be SO EASY." He would love Peter Petrelli a lot more when the guy was splattered across the sidewalk.