Peter sighed against her. "Montana. After Heidi was killed. Your hair was shorter. I knew you wouldn't see me, you were working. Then just... little glimpses. Through my mind."
He brushed the tears away from her eyes with the tips of his fingers. "Hiro. Gabriel - he's... he's not Sylar. He's who Sylar used to be, before he turned into what he is now. What he..." This was going to be hard. He was already stumbling over his words, trying to speak through the various knots in this chest. Claire, his Claire, but not the same one who had vanished away from Sam. A little younger, maybe by a matter of days or weeks.
"We... should go somewhere private," he said. "This is going to take a lot of explaining."