It was like having his mind dragged across broken glass and Mohinder flinched. The pain was bearable but strange to have, nothing like a headache at all; his thoughts were just tore and left exposed to be sifted through. Peter was new at this and too angry to try a bit of finesse. Mohinder's thoughts of Sylar were a cohesive, heartsick sort of mess in his head already, after all. 'Zane' had been the first person he'd definitively met with a demonstrable power. They'd had long, intense conversations over coffee on their road trip. Zane had been shy...sort of. But well read. He'd been kind, he'd been interested in Mohinder's work.

And Mohinder thought himself lucky to make a friend like that. Perhaps he'd been attracted to the dark eyed, intense younger man too. Just a bit. Just the budding of attraction at least. It'd gone so sour after Dale, however. The ride back from Montana to Brooklyn had been agonizing. Mohinder was hurt. Betrayed. And then ruthless, too.

The tea. The drugging. The bullet-- Peter walking into the apartment in the middle of Sylar's playing with him like a cat with an injured mouse he wasn't quite ready to eat--

Hatred, lust, fear, betrayal, blackess-- There'd been so much, so much for Peter to wade through that he ended up spilling it all out by the time he got to the information he'd wanted. And what he wanted?

It was simply Mohinder's failure to be a good parent again, no matter how hard he tried.

In disgust, Peter did let Mohinder go and the scientist slipped to the floor, trying not to panic. It hadn't just been Peter holding him to the wall. Sylar's power had been there as well. And of course it was. Peter was channeling Sylar's emotions. Unlocking telekinesis was easy for him. Second nature.

Mohinder pressed his hands against his head to try and mentally pick himself back up. He'd never felt so exposed in his life.

Peter's hands balled as he looked back at Matt. "If he's out there, no one's safe."