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He wasn't expecting to be back. By all rights, he shouldn't be.
Some time to rest up before the metaphorical final act wouldn't be remiss, though, especially with the continued dull throb to his stomach.
So Sylar's seated -- slouched, more like -- in a booth near the Observation Window, watching the explosions in silence. One hand's cupped around a half full mug of tea. The other's settled carefully over his upper abdomen, fingers splayed to cover as many of the stitches as he can.
Heat helps, a little, in alleviating the pain.
Some time to rest up before the metaphorical final act wouldn't be remiss, though, especially with the continued dull throb to his stomach.
So Sylar's seated -- slouched, more like -- in a booth near the Observation Window, watching the explosions in silence. One hand's cupped around a half full mug of tea. The other's settled carefully over his upper abdomen, fingers splayed to cover as many of the stitches as he can.
Heat helps, a little, in alleviating the pain.