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Who: Prefect, Sylar, Tim, & Slade
When: Day one of BFF flood
Where: CES
What: Prefect & Sylar and Tim & Slade are BFFs. Major trauma to follow later.
Warnings: None
Sylar was thrilled to be reconciling with Prefect, to regain his best friend. The only person he had ever truly cared about before outside of his mother, his father. His family in general. Prefect had been the only person on the Barge to understand him, however brief, and the only one on the Barge to break past his defenses to the point of utter vulnerability. It was hard for him to truly understand what had gone wrong even now, to try to think back to what had filled them with hate. But now that didn't matter.
The inmate walked silently with his warden, though his lips carried a smile that Tim had likely never seen.. something intensely sincere, excitement painted into his expression and his posture demonstrating a bit of awkwardness. As they were approaching the other inmate, just out of earshot of Prefect, Sylar mumbled to his warden a soft, "thanks."
He was oblivious that Slade was meant to join them.
When: Day one of BFF flood
Where: CES
What: Prefect & Sylar and Tim & Slade are BFFs. Major trauma to follow later.
Warnings: None
Sylar was thrilled to be reconciling with Prefect, to regain his best friend. The only person he had ever truly cared about before outside of his mother, his father. His family in general. Prefect had been the only person on the Barge to understand him, however brief, and the only one on the Barge to break past his defenses to the point of utter vulnerability. It was hard for him to truly understand what had gone wrong even now, to try to think back to what had filled them with hate. But now that didn't matter.
The inmate walked silently with his warden, though his lips carried a smile that Tim had likely never seen.. something intensely sincere, excitement painted into his expression and his posture demonstrating a bit of awkwardness. As they were approaching the other inmate, just out of earshot of Prefect, Sylar mumbled to his warden a soft, "thanks."
He was oblivious that Slade was meant to join them.