"Knock yourself out", Matt answered tiredly, having been silent after what Mohinder had said; didn't feel like he had a good answer. He felt happier with the idea of Peter handling it anyway. He didn't trust the Company and never would and while he did trust Bennet now when he was no longer with them, he didn't want to just give Sylar up either. Besides, if anything went wrong? Peter was the one most likely to be able to handle it.
And all that probably registered in Peter's head, judging by the grim understanding shared between them.
At the prospect of stitches, Matt seemed a bit taken aback. Mostly because well ... a serial killer was bleeding out on their carpet. Then again, their lives had stopped being normal a while ago.
"Uh, yeah. Sure." He glanced over at Mohinder and added, "Do me a favor and look him over, too."
Peter nodded, and Matt tossed him the phone they'd brought from Odessa, the one that'd have Noah's number in the history. For whenever the opportunity arose, he thought darkly as he slowly stood and carefully stepped over Sylar's legs to go sit on the couch, taking away the towel for a moment to observe all the red stains on it.
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And all that probably registered in Peter's head, judging by the grim understanding shared between them.
At the prospect of stitches, Matt seemed a bit taken aback. Mostly because well ... a serial killer was bleeding out on their carpet. Then again, their lives had stopped being normal a while ago.
"Uh, yeah. Sure." He glanced over at Mohinder and added, "Do me a favor and look him over, too."
Peter nodded, and Matt tossed him the phone they'd brought from Odessa, the one that'd have Noah's number in the history. For whenever the opportunity arose, he thought darkly as he slowly stood and carefully stepped over Sylar's legs to go sit on the couch, taking away the towel for a moment to observe all the red stains on it.