Pieces to a puzzle...

[fixthepast]

Somehow I've found myself working for the Company.  Still not sure how that happened but it's not something I was going to turn down either.  A chance to be around all these specials?  Gain their powers and fuck with their minds?  What's not to love?  But for now I have to do all the tedious work and the first person I get to see is Sylar. He comes

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[heartofmurder]

"Thank you," I take my time standing up this time, putting my hand on his shoulder to steady myself. I should feel worse, more embarrassed about being like this and so out of control, but right now I can't seem to care. "You have a really nice place here."

I start walking toward the bathroom, then turn a bit, walking backwards and almost crashing into the wall, but I catch myself before I do, letting out another laugh, "I'd love something to eat. I'm starving." I turn back around and head to the bathroom.

It's gorgeous of course, nice and big. He's got a lot of things to make himself look good which isn't surprising either. I look through everything, studying them, but it's hard right now when my brain is so foggy. I pick up one of his colognes, quirking an eyebrow at the expensive brand, then spray some out and laugh when it gets on me. Oh well. After I'm done checking everything out, I relieve myself, then wash my hands and head back out. I must have walked the wrong way though because I end up in a room that's probably his bedroom. Wow.

[fixthepast]

I let him use me to steady himself as he gets up and smile when he compliments the place. "Thanks, I try to keep it nice. It's good to hear that I'm succeeding." I watch as he walks towards the hall, then turns around backwards. It's hard to stifle the chuckle as he nearly hits the wall.

"Okay, food too." Shit, do I even have anything? I'll have to look. Making sure he's made it into the bathroom, I turn to the counter and start the coffee machine, then start looking for food. There's crackers and cheese, and some fruit if he wants. Leftover spaghetti if he'd rather have that. I glance towards the hall and don't see him yet.

Smiling slightly, I head down the hall to find the bathroom empty. Where did he get off to? Moving further down the hall, I find him in my bedroom and I shake my head. "Get lost?" I tease him, leaning against the doorjamb. I wonder what he thinks of my room but I'm not about to ask.

[heartofmurder]

I run my fingers over his beautifully handcrafted dresser. It's something I would have in my place, but I could never afford something like this. I wonder how much money he has. Probably a lot, considering who his family is. Brother is a senator, mother is one of the heads of the Company...

I jump when he speaks, turning to face him, "Oh... um... yeah, sorry. I must have taken a wrong turn." I give him a smile, "I was just admiring your dresser. The detailing is incredible." I run my fingers over the detail, swaying a bit.

[fixthepast]

"Thanks. Took me a long time to find something I liked. I didn't want a decorator, though my mother kept insisting." I make a face. "I wanted to find things I liked. It's from Italy, hand made. Glad you like it." I see him swaying slightly and I gently put a hand on his elbow to steady him. "Want the tour?"

When I take his elbow, I get a waft of air and I smell something familiar. Oh. I have to bite the inside of my cheek when I realize he smells like my cologne. What the hell was he doing? Doesn't matter but damn, he really does smell good and I have to remind myself what's at stake here. I can't let him distract me like that. The tour is just a way to kill time. He probably won't remember any of it anyway but it's something to do until the coffee's ready. "This is my room, obviously." I chuckle. I like the older, warmer wood for furniture." I nod towards the bed. "That's wrought iron though. I wanted something a bit more sturdier than wood."

I let him go once I'm sure he's got his feet under him again, also so I can think without the smell of him getting to me, letting him look around all he wants. "I have a den and a spare room too." Which I'm even more convinced he needs tonight. "You saw the kitchen and living room." I watch him, curious about what else he thinks.

[heartofmurder]

"A decorator?" I make a face, wondering why in the hell someone would need one of those, "But then it's not your home. It's someone else's idea of who you are, what you should be. No, this is much better. Doing things yourself." I nod, then smile and nod more when he asks if I want the tour. I'm already getting a better idea of what he's like.

He takes my elbow and I lean into his touch for a moment, feeling warmer where his hand is. "Nice room. It's very roomy. The bed is great." I glance at him when he says he wanted a sturdier bed and I wonder how many people he has here. I wonder what types of hookers he gets.

I walk down the hall, looking into his den, "You have very nice pieces and everything is in good condition." He's very neat. I like that. "I knew your place would look like this, but I didn't think you'd have such good taste," I smile, leaning against a wall.

[fixthepast]

"Which is basically what I told my mother. She of course thought I had no taste and felt that I needed it but then she sent one anyway. Sent her packing before she could even open her mouth. Like I want some stranger that my mother sent to tell me how my place should look." I snort.

He leans into my touch and I hide the smile. He really is feeling comfortable right now and it would be so easy to take advantage but if he remembered any of this, he would stop trusting me and I can't have that. So I behave, for now. "The bed is really comfy. Big mattress, down comforters and everything. I need to be comfortable when I sleep." I watch as he moves down the hall, peering into the den.

"You did, huh? Is that a good thing?" It should be. "Thank you for the compliments. You're one of the few people to see my house." Other than the occasional hooker I brought home. He leans against the wall and then I hear the machine beep. "Coffee? I have some crackers and cheese or some fruit or leftover spaghetti if you want."

[heartofmurder]

"Exactly. It's better this way. You don't need to listen to other people." About decorating, about everything else. "Your mother obviously doesn't have very good taste if she thinks your taste is bad. And she ignores you, so she doesn't have good taste with that either." Did I really just say that?

When he tells me about the bed, I almost want to jump on it and I have to hold myself back. "Sounds really nice. Nicer than mine." I smile, "My bed isn't that comfortable, but I manage."

I give him a nod when he asks if what I thought was a good thing, "Well... yeah. I like figuring things out. I need to know how they work. I have trouble with people, figuring them out I mean, but you..." I stop before I embarrass myself even more. I'm one of the few people that's seen his house. That makes me feel good. "Oh yes, that all sounds really good. Thank you." And there's Gabriel again. It's okay right now, though.

[fixthepast]

"You're right, she doesn't have taste." I chuckle. "You should see the mansion. Tacky and overdone if you ask me. I was glad to get the hell out of there." I look at him when he says that her ignoring me shows she doesn't have good taste. Interesting. He's really being open right now and it's hard not to use it.

"Well, we'll have to fix that maybe. If you want a nicer bed, I can see what I can do about that." I don't mind helping him, it'll make him trust me even more. So he likes figuring things out, huh? Interesting. I wonder if that's just him or if that's his ability. It would make sense, either way. I grin when he thanks me, telling me all of it sounds good. "Okay then. You can pick what you want to eat. Come on." I lead the way back to the kitchen.

[heartofmurder]

"Mansion? Wow. I was wondering about her... about your family." About him. "You were different from them. You always were, right?" I can tell that about him, even being drunk like this.

"You want to get me a nicer bed?" I raise my eyebrows, "That's... people don't usually get me things. I... I couldn't." It would be strange, wouldn't it? He's suddenly giving me all these things and I'm not sure what to do with them. His friendship, his home, dinner, and now things. I should just turn away, but I can't.

I follow him out to the kitchen pondering all these things as we make our way. "If... if I come for dinner sometime, I could bring dessert," I tell him, sticking my hands in my pockets. Even if I don't know what to think of this, I want to do it. I'm not lonely right now.

[fixthepast]

"It's not as great as it sounds. It was a very cold and lonely place to grow up." It's hard to make anyone understand that, that it's not a great life, no matter how it seems on the outside. He looks unsure when I offer the bed and I shrug. "I'm trying to make things a bit more enjoyable for you. And," I grin. "I can use my mother's money and piss her off."

I look at him. "But if you'd rather not, that's fine with me too. I'm just offering if you want." When we get to the kitchen, I pour him some coffee and hand it to him. "Dessert would be lovely. I can cook, I can't bake." I pull out the spaghetti. "Want this or the fruit? Or cheese and crackers?"

[heartofmurder]

"Yeah, I couldn't imagine growing up in a mansion. It seems like it would be nice, but it would probably be too big and yeah, I can see it being lonely. Too many rooms. A nice small work place is nice." Like my shop. I loved that place. He says he wants to make things more enjoyable for me and this uneasy but somewhat good feeling settles in my stomach, "Thanks, I..." I don't even know what to say. Then I laugh when he says he wants to piss his mother off, "You're such a kid."

"I like your bed," I smile and I realize I've smiled more times tonight than I have in... a very long time. I take the coffee from him, taking a few huge sips, "Do you like pie? I can make an amazing peach pie, or anything you want, really." I tap my chin, looking at his options. If I was more sober, I'd probably pick the cheese and crackers, wanting to make less work for him and not eat all his food, but right now I just pick what looks really good and tap the container of spaghetti. "Did you make it?"