Mohinder gave him a curious look, just a questioning tilt of his head that asked more than he would in words, necessarily. "I only know what Matt told me," he said quietly, without any judgment--look at him, with Sylar, being babysat for the people he'd killed, who was he to judge. "About what happened in Texas, I mean. I will admit that I was surprised when I heard about you and Adam...now. I know Sylar's fond of him..." Which didn't really lend itself to Peter being fond at all, and confusion flickered in Mohinder's eyes. He'd barely met the immortal, and found him a mass of contradictions, a puzzle he couldn't work out.