Not answering right away, Peter was more focused on looking around the Slytherin common room and trying to remember exactly where his room was. He thought he had a vague idea, so he began trying to lean on Nathan and act as a slightly-weaving rudder.

Right, and then left, and Peter suddenly wondered if he was getting blood all over Nathan's clean shirt. There'd been no protests yet, so maybe Nathan didn't mind so much.

"Yeah. Bits of my brain falling to... bits," Peter continued, not even really aware of what he was saying. "Too tired. And Sylar's thoughts keep... rattling around. Shouldn't have listened."