( Sylar permits the touch, looks Mohinder in the eye. Two seconds later, he's giving a dramatic eye and furrowing his brow. He bites his tongue, refraining from a 'Are you gonna monologue at me now, Mohinder?' snide joke. He really, truly did like listening to Mohinder's voice. It had a hypnotic effect. Who needed super strength when you were already a lullaby to serial killers?
The immortal blood in his veins was already recuperating and he could, if he so chose, continue their drive right now. But all he wanted was to hold Mohinder close and sleep for the next millennia.
That question though, always seeking answers, and uncovering secrets. Sylar brings their joined hands up to his lips, kissing the back of Mohinder's hand. )
I'll tell you over breakfast. Maybe. For now...
( He curls around him as much as possible, nudity and all, it makes no difference. )
You're like a portable heater, you know that? Pheromones, super strength, and extra warmth. We're really going to have to start cataloguing these new attributes of yours...
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The immortal blood in his veins was already recuperating and he could, if he so chose, continue their drive right now. But all he wanted was to hold Mohinder close and sleep for the next millennia.
That question though, always seeking answers, and uncovering secrets. Sylar brings their joined hands up to his lips, kissing the back of Mohinder's hand. )
I'll tell you over breakfast. Maybe. For now...
( He curls around him as much as possible, nudity and all, it makes no difference. )
You're like a portable heater, you know that? Pheromones, super strength, and extra warmth. We're really going to have to start cataloguing these new attributes of yours...