( OOC: Totally late, I know. At first I missed this post, then chaos hit and my brain disapproved of doing anything for the next couple of weeks. Which leaves me to reply now and hope for the best. I'm so sorry for the delay and hope we can still enjoy this scene!)
Sylar had quickly sought Peter out the moment he was done talking with the young girl. Strange how the young blondes always seemed to hide the deepest and darkest of secrets! It was like a bad teen flick brought to reality. Still, it had been intriguing, but there were things he truly did need to discuss with Peter, one of the few people in the world he considered his equal—especially as he was now, with his original power in tact. Arthur Petrelli had broken his son considerably by taking Peter's born gift from him, and it was something he couldn't ever forgive the other man for, however gifted he himself was in the ways of being a complete and utter monster. Sylar could have had a rival in him for a time, but he was put down before he could endanger anyone else.
Not the drinking type (he'd never enjoyed feeling such a lack of control, though he figured it wouldn't matter anyway with Claire's ability now running through him), Sylar simply sat himself down where he could discuss quietly with Peter and get the important things out of the way sooner rather than later. Being from the future in the other man's eyes was... an unusual feeling. How did Hiro ever get used to such a thing? If he ever showed up, he'd have to ask. Wouldn't that be a hell of a talk as well?
"I did. Today seems to be filled with the most intriguing of conversations," he mused as he leaned back in his seat, considering Peter for a moment longer before saying. "So where were we? Something about the last thing you remembered about me was Hiro Nakamura's sword through my stomach, yes?" Sylar smiled at that and looked away, trying to think of where to pick up while leaving out the more... sensitive of details. While Peter had likely hardened a bit since their last meeting, he was still so much younger than the Peter Sylar himself had come to know.
He also had to make note to keep all of Nathan's damned memories out of this damned situation. "To set up a bit of context, for the last few weeks, in my time, I'd been focused on that fact that if I continued doing what I was doing, I would be alone forever. " He would die alone and no one would mourn the loss, as Hiro had said so eloquently. "I didn't want to keep doing what I was doing... but you have to understand, trying to control my ability doesn't make that easy." Shrugging then, Sylar continued without giving Peter any time to comment, "So I went to Matt Parkman, asking him to help me. I thought that he could put up some kind of mental block in my head to allow me to live without any of my abilities—an idea I got from Claire, by the way. Smart girl."