Troubling was one way to describe it. Confusing another. Perhaps even baffling to someone who couldn't jump through time at the very least, but it wasn't necessarily something a person could sit there and ponder and find an answer to all in one night, and perhaps least of all in a bar. Peter sat back, not sure whether to indeed keep a wary eye on him just in case old habits came back hard or to keep back without so much as a worry despite all inclination for him to do otherwise. Instead, for the moment anyway, he just kept his eyes on Sylar to mull it over.
"Saying is a lot easier than doing," Peter pointed out, sure he could go on quite the tirade with sayings along those same lines and instances where someone had said one thing, but turned right around to do another, but he doubted it needed to be said. On the same note, he didn't care to sound like a broken record, finally settling himself forward again with his arms on the table as if it was some difficult dilemma to figure out. What was the big deal about Sylar moving on to try and make another life for himself, especially if what he had to say was true?
"I'm not going to watch you," he pointed out, knowing there were far better people to keep an eye on, not in the case of them causing trouble, but in the case of being caught up in it, "but I'm sure you know I'll be the first one after you if you do." While it might have come off threatening, intent as his stare was on his rival of former years, it was nothing of the sort. If anything, it was a promise.