✂ 06. [RL with Spike and Sylar. Forward-dated like a week or two.]
[Since he'd de facto become the responsible one, Brian had ended up being the one to pick out the apartment and talk to the landlord. He hadn't gone through with his threat to pretend to be a Frenchman named Sebastian, but he had told her that he was an old-fashioned photographer and got his work everywhere, and that's why he needed to block all the windows.
It was San Francisco, so that'd gone over well enough. Brian's already settling in when they get there, poking about the kitchen cabinets, some labeled boxes behind him. It was all a sham, of course: he didn't have time to pack up kitchen supplies when he'd left his first apartment, and he'd had only bare bones at his place in Georgia, and then in 2011 Miami. He'd left all that behind.
Yes, inside Brian's assortment of cardboard boxes lay unopened packages, neatly stowed. He's standing behind the counter, giving the whole room a speculative look. It's important to plan these things out in advance.]
It was San Francisco, so that'd gone over well enough. Brian's already settling in when they get there, poking about the kitchen cabinets, some labeled boxes behind him. It was all a sham, of course: he didn't have time to pack up kitchen supplies when he'd left his first apartment, and he'd had only bare bones at his place in Georgia, and then in 2011 Miami. He'd left all that behind.
Yes, inside Brian's assortment of cardboard boxes lay unopened packages, neatly stowed. He's standing behind the counter, giving the whole room a speculative look. It's important to plan these things out in advance.]