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[complexharmony]

( No objections at all. Nor would he even blink until Ethan looks away first. The flustering is one thing, but the sight of nervousness gives him a quarter-second's pause to wonder: is my new toy just a curious virgin? Such a thing wouldn't deter him, exactly, only make him decide on a correct approach.

It's a blink-and-you'd-miss-it sort of thought. No one has yet to turn him down. Well, except Claire. But she was the exception to the rule, given their unique circumstances.

Finished with his own coffee, he's content to simply watch his new partner for a moment. The blades do get noticed, simply as Sylar is watching for every new detail. At the question, there's a quirk to his lips, a tiny sneer. )

I'm not. Actually, there's a bit of a problem with my car...

( The sentence trails off and Sylar stands, motioning with his fingers for Ethan to follow him. The boy would likely follow him anywhere now, with or without being told, but something tells him, Ethan likes being told what to do.

just a little bit.

Once outside and away from the door and prying eyes, he'll finally finish that sentence. )

See, the problem is? There's not a car. Not yet.

( And that's when he'll grab Ethan, hold him close, and take off into the clouds. )

[shadowrose]

[ fortunately for them both, ethan is not the shy virgin type, usually. he hasn't met someone with such a commanding presence, is all. it's a lot for him; it's usually his role. he's no stranger to wooing and to seducing and playing the game, but. gabriel's just going in dry, huh?

ethan gets to his feet without thinking, and. uh. this is it. this is absolutely how stupid people die. this is the end of ethan's life, here, as he follows sylar out of the shop and to where he, presumably, will get murdered.

arms take him, pulling him in close. ethan's brain is running at a thousand miles a minute, trying to quickly piece together what could be happening. is it affection? getting handsy? is it dangerous; is gabriel whatever trying to hurt him? his guard is up, and it's conflicted.

what ends up happening, though, is the last thing he expects. he instinctually pulls close to sylar, holding his arms around his neck and burying his face into his shoulder. he's terrified of heights. so terrified, in fact, that he doesn't even scream, just clings to his new friend (?) for dear life. gods, please don't drop him. ]

[complexharmony]

( Sylar has no intentions of dropping his new toy. He intends to damage him, slowly, over time, not all at once. There's no fun or game in that.

So he holds on, winding his arms tightly around Ethan's waist and upper back. Thankfully for the both of them, whatever else this ability granted him, it gave him enhanced strength to carry someone with ease.

They would not be in the air for long, nor would they even travel a great distance. Just to a park one town over. Once hidden by trees, he slows until they're drifting and floating in the air at a reasonable pace, slowly descending. )

Relax, I've got you. You can look around, enjoy the view. It's like dancing in the clouds.. just at supersonic speeds.