Matt looked over at Peter like he'd grown an extra head before the penny finally, finally dropped. Quite literally, actually, since he'd been tipping his chair slightly and now decidedly wasn't.

"What?"

Want to try that one again, Matt?

"You think- oh, no. No, that's not it. No." He laughed in a somewhat awkward way and ran a hand over the back of his neck. "We're, um - we're taking care of Molly. God, she's this amazing little girl, but she ... Sylar murdered her parents. We just want to keep her safe."

Really, Peter, it should have been obvious. Probably.