Peter looked down off the rooftop. It was a 40 story drop if he fell. He leaned away from the edge and looked at Sylar. "Ya know, I could just jump." He commented, shoving his bangs out of his face.
Sylar chuckled at him, "You could. But you won't."
Peter glanced around and sighed. "You're right." He said leaning against the stone edge of the roof and slid himself to the ground.
Sylar walked over and sat down to the left of Peter. "Your special Pete."
He looked up at the cloudy sky. "I'm only as special as every other person with a power."
Sylar chuckled and put his right hand on Peter's knee. "Peter, that's not what I mean."
He turned his head to the side to look at Sylar, his hair once again falling in his face. "Then what did you mean?" He asked.
Sylar raised his left hand to Peter's face and brushed his hair out of his face. "I mean you're special. Not for your power but for your heart."
Peter shied away from his hand slightly but let Sylar leave his hand on his face "Why would a serial killer care about my heart?"
Sylar frowned at Peter. "I don't want to be a killer Pete. It's my ability to understand things, it drives me to want more power."
Peter looked away from Sylar and bit his lip. "If you killed me and took my power you'd never have to kill again."
Sylar frowned at him some more, "I'm not going to kill you Peter."
Peter looked at Sylar out of the corner of his eye. "Why? With my power you could take any power you want by just passing by someone."
Sylar nodded "I know. But you're more important than any power."
Peter turned his head "Why am I so important?" He asked.
Sylar smiled at Peter for the first time in this conversation. "You're brave and strong, you'll fight for what you believe in. Even if it means killing family. I admire that about you."
Peter looked down, not meeting Sylar's gaze. "So you admire I'm willing to kill to get my way."
Sylar frowned at moved his head down into Peter's line of site. "No, I admire your determination. Not the willingness to kill."
Peter groaned and leaned his head back, looking to the sky again. "Why do you admire me? I'm a nurse, your a killer."
Sylar looked at the sky as well and shook his head. "I'm nothing more than a watch maker's son.
After a minute or two of silence Peter turned his head to Sylar again. "If you're not here to kill me then why are you here?"
Sylar turned his head and met his gaze. He noticed their faces had a mere five inches separating them. "I wanted to be near you."
Peter glanced down at Sylar's mouth for a split second then back up at his eyes. "Well you're near me." He said with a chuckle.
Sylar smiled at him "Indeed I am." He said, leaning closer to Peter and closing the distance between them. It was a slow, passionate kiss. Sylar ran his left hand through Peter's hair. He smiled into the kiss, enjoying how soft Peter's hair is. When they both needed air they broke apart, both breathing slightly heavy, however they hadn't separated very much. Sylar smiled at him, enjoying the moment.