"You feel safe here," Peter said, looking around Sylar's apartment.
As it wasn't a question, Sylar didn't answer.
Peter shrugged a shoulder. "I haven't felt safe anywhere since … I don't know when." He looked around again, thinking of the level of vigilance Peter had had over the last several years and even then, he'd still been attacked in his apartment and at work both. 'Safe' had become a foreign concept, unable to trust even those he loved. "I suppose, all alone, there's no one to hurt you ..."
"Until recently," Sylar observed.
Peter swallowed, looking down unhappily. "Sorry, man."