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( 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...

[chase_evolution]

'Extra warmth' is hardly a special ability. It's probably left over from the sudden change in body chemistry. We'll have to remember to test that blood for various hormone levels- TSH, SHBG, free andogen index...

[ His murmurs die off as he curls into Sylar's arms, responding to Sylar's hug. Regardless of where they are and the state of everything, Mohinder feels more comfortable than he ever has before in his life. Perhaps a short snooze isn't the worst idea, he thinks as he starts to drift off.

That, of course, is a mistake. He awakes to the feel of sweat on his skin and a horrible taste in his dry mouth. Something like a hangover pounds in his head. He groans a bit before opening his eyes, as both light and memories flood into his awareness far too quickly. What in the world had he just done? ]