"No, I call it distracting the asshole." Peter told him flicking his hand again, pushing Sylar again.
Peter looked at Elle as she punched him, not angry but hurt. Of course she would want to cover this up, pin it all on him, but he had hoped for more. He just wanted her, and it became more and more of a realization that she'd never leave Sylar, whether out of love or fear. "You were the one who lit it on fire. Damage was already done." He spat back at her, though really his heart wasn't in it.
"You two want some alone time now?" He asked, sarcasm seeping into his voice.