It had been rough, and what should have been a productive night had just fallen apart. It had been the last straw that had gotten him to throw caution to the wind in regards to the bulletin. Considering Sylar already knew that he was here and probably had a pretty good idea of where his room was, Peter didn't see any point in hiding. Getting the word out was more important - he just hoped people actually paid attention to it.

He didn't have the energy to put on a smile or try to act like things were any better than they were. He knew he tended to wear his heart on his sleeve, and he was just glad that Roland was being patient with him.

At the mention of the visitor, a whole other slew of unpleasant feelings were brought up, but Peter focused on answering the man. "No, no, that's all right. Things got pretty hectic, I guess. Umm... how've you been?" He didn't know if he could just bring himself to spill the beans about what had happened so easily, and it was unfair to dump everything on Roland. The man would probably see the bulletin message eventually, and then he would know.