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Who: Sylar & Elle
What: Talking about what happened back home, and what he's going to do now.
When: After this
Where: Room 512 into 510
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language)
Elle: [sitting on her couch, knee bouncing a bit as she stares at the door, waiting for Sylar to knock, or walk in, or whatever he was going to do]
Sylar: [like he did outside his own door, he hesitates for a moment when he comes around to hers. gets over whatever's holding him back sooner rather than later, though, and huffs out a sigh before knocking on the door. would just let himself in -- seems to remember doing that a lot before he went home -- but he's not sure he's allowed to, anymore]
Elle: [glances up to the door, standing up and moving to open it. She gives him a bit of space, stepping back and resting against the now open door] You can come in.
Sylar: [mumbles a thank you and steps into the room, looking around as if he hasn't seen it in years. which, well, is more or less accurate if you count all the time he and Peter spent in his own personal version of hell]
Elle: [shuts the door, folding her arms across her chest, shrugging up her shoulders] So, you went home, right? Both of you? [assumes that he died or worse]
Sylar: [casts a glance over his shoulder, then turns to face her entirely] We did, yeah.
Elle: [nods and moves to take a seat on the couch, she pulls her foot up, pressing her thigh near her chest, dropping her chin to her knee as she looks at him] 'Til when? I mean, how long were you there?
Sylar: I'm not sure. It's -- complicated. [and he'll explain it eventually, but] It felt like years. It wasn't that long, though.
Elle: Oh. [nods again] Are you - [you know, dead? but she doesn't say that, since it's probably tacky] - are you alright?
Sylar: Sort of in a weird headspace, but ... [shrugs] I'm still in one piece. [he lives! hooray!]
Elle: [a bit of relief on her face, even if she's dead] That's good - for you, I mean.
Sylar: [offers her a wan smile] Yeah, it is. [and then the smile's gone] ... there's so much I want to say, but I don't know what to say.
Elle: [draws her other knee up toward her chest] You don't have to do say it all now? Maybe, start with what's most important?
Sylar: [moves over to her, reaching out to brush a hand over her hair very carefully -- no headsawing here -- and very hesitantly] I shouldn't have -- I just -- I was so angry and so hurt. I thought ...
Elle: [she doesn't flinch, or pull away from him - mostly because even if he seems a bit different, it wasn't very long for her] You thought you couldn't trust me. I know, I remember.
Sylar: I'm sorry. [God, is he]
Elle: [nods again, looking over at him] I know, I mean, I heard earlier.
Sylar: I know. I just -- [looks away from her] You told me to start with what was most important. I think that covers it.
Elle: [smirks] Okay. Thank you. [because she does appreciate it, even if it is odd to hear]
Sylar: [looks up again, offering her a little smile] You're welcome.
Elle: [exhales, unfolding herself a bit, shifting to lean against the arm of the couch] You and Peter killed each other, you know.
Sylar: [straightens a bit, briefly] I know. We're over that, now.
Elle: [quirks an eyebrow] Oh?
Sylar: Peter and I had a lot of time to talk, back home. [shrugs] We sort of became friends. [more than sort of, actually]
Elle: Really? [isn't sure how she's supposed to fit into that, since Peter has always felt odd about her] Huh.
Sylar: Yeah. [eh, he can still be BFFs with Peter and be with Elle, if she'll still have him] Parkman trapped us in my head.
Elle: [scoffs, she never was a fan of the cop] Parkman. [exhales] He's always poking his nose around.
Sylar: [still ... isn't Matt's biggest fan. the guy mindfuck him for FIVE YEARS]
Sylar: Guess so. [a beat] I set myself up for it, though.
Elle: [a glance] How so?
Sylar: I tried to threaten him into blocking off my abilities. Not my smartest move.
Elle: Blocking... off? [confused glance, because that's a new angle]
Sylar: I thought I'd be better off without them. [perches on the arm of the couch] That I wouldn't be so alone if I didn't have them.
Elle: [isn't sure how to respond to that, since the last time he was without his abilities he wasn't alone at all, he had been with her -- but, well, that didn't seem to work out so well] So, do you have them still? Did he do it?
Sylar: [doesn't answer -- or at least not verbally. instead, he reaches out, snagging a pen from somewhere with his telekinesis] I still don't have my aptitude here, but ... [waves the pen at her]
Elle: [smirks] Nice trick.
Sylar: [can't help but smirk just a bit. having powers is still awesome, even if he's using them for good rather than murder, now] Oldie but goodie.
Elle: [lifts her hand, a web of electricity crawling across her fingers] Still, just a one trick girl.
Sylar: [shifts a bit and raises a hand, fingers reaching for the sparks. he doesn't touch them, but his hand's close enough to feel the hum of electricity. and since that reminds him] You were right about my abilities. All the ones I used to have are gone.
Elle: [nods] The telekinesis stayed, though, right? [keeps the sparks up for a moment, before reaching for his fingers]
Sylar: Yep. Hence the pen. [leans away for a moment to set it down, then laces his fingers with hers]
Elle: [gives his hand a squeeze] You're okay? I mean, I get the alive thing, and the powers - but, you, are you okay?
Sylar: [considers that for a long minute, watching her, and then] I don't know. It's -- a lot to reconcile. Being here and then being there and then being here again. [Ruby was right when she said it was hard]
Elle: [nods and moves closer to him] It sounds like two different puzzles that you've been putting together, and then the pieces get mixed up.
Sylar: Sounds about right. [shifts down from the arm of the couch to actually sitting next to her]
Elle: [takes a deep breath] So, what are you going to do?
Sylar: I don't know. [will probably write Claire an OMG BB I'M SORRY letter and stuff it under her door or something] But I don't want this to be the end of us.
Elle: [glances to him] That... is a relief. [laughs, a bit embarrassed]
Sylar: [offers her a smile] You understand me better than anyone else here. [and maybe he's being a little selfish in wanting to cling to this -- he really doesn't want to be alone -- but ... he can't quite feel bad about it. mostly because he does care about her, too]
Elle: [shrugs, and leans into him a bit, nudging at him before sitting back up again] I saw you die before... when Bennet - [a pause] I just, it's not exactly easy to try and sort out if you're going to be left behind again.
Sylar: I guess not. [still no love for Bennet either, but he probably won't kill him if he shows up, now. probably]
Elle: [she's got daddy issues, so she probably would end up forgiving Bennet] You didn't miss anything. I mean, in the castle.
Sylar: That's a relief, at least.
Elle: [glances to him, letting a bit of her worry finally wear through, her hand going to brush against his cheek, straying her fingers to his temple] You had me worried.
Sylar: [tilts his head into her fingers, slowly] I'm sorry. Peter -- he provoked me. I thought I had to do something about it.
Elle: [nods] I know, and I didn't fault you for it. I just - [laughs] I didn't think that's what would happen.
Sylar: You thought I'd kill him and that'd be the end of it for two weeks.
Elle: [yes] Maybe.
Sylar: So did I. He got lucky. [shrugs a bit. doesn't seem angry or bitter]
Elle: [cards her fingers through his hair] Well, you probably need to talk to York. He was worried about someone finding your weakness.
Sylar: He won't have to worry about it -- I moved it. [lets his eyes fall half-mast. being trapped in your own head for however long is exhausting and her fingers in his hair is nice] But I'll filter something to him later.
Elle: Moved it? [scritches her nails at his scalp lightly] How'd you manage that?
Sylar: I found a shapeshifter.
Elle: [smirks] That's handy. [though, she sort of realizes his truce with Peter probably means not so handy the way she's thinking]
Sylar: It's mostly been more trouble than it's worth.
Elle: [and the smirk fades, moving to drop her hand to rest on the shoulder closest to her, leaning against his arm] Who else did you find?
Sylar: [shifts a bit so that he can put his arm around her, forcing her to lean against him rather than just his arm] A few other people. [a beat] I can fly now, you know.
Elle: [impressed look, but then realizes what that must mean] So, Nathan?
Sylar: [is so sorry about killing Nathan, but ... there's a small part of him that's VERY happy to be able to fly. he's always wanted to. the redemption thing is a work in progress still] Yep.
Elle: [nods, but wonders how that all fits in with Peter, and that makes her head hurt a bit] Who else is gone? Angela? [God she kind of hopes she's dead]
Sylar: [shakes his head] She's still alive.
Sylar: If she wasn't ... I'd probably still be stuck in my head.
Elle: [nods against him, trying to take it all in, even if it doesn't actually affect her anymore] You're not trapped anymore though, right? The Parkman thing- that's over? This isn't just a break from the trapped... which would be odd, since it's a different kind of trapped.
Sylar: I think we got out. Peter and I broke through what was trapping us there, and we woke up here.
Elle: [isn't sure what else to say, so she nods some more, just staying close]
Sylar: [shrugs lightly and just holds her. might be reading her with Lydia's ability just because he's curious as to how she's taking all of this and because the feeling of connection is nice]
Elle: [is feeling a mixture of relief - that he's actually alive back home, seems to have found some sort of peace as well; then there's the anxiety that he'll just keep moving forward and becoming this new person and eventually she just won't fit there anymore]
Sylar: [doesn't know quite what to say to that last bit -- partially because he's not sure just saying it won't happen will be enough and partially because he doesn't want to comment on it because, well, it feels like an invasion of her privacy, and he doesn't want to do that. decides, finally, that the best response is to turn his head and brush a kiss over her forehead]
Elle: [she's happy for him, and is glad that he's finally feeling like he can fit somewhere, and she shuts her eyes, leaning up into the kiss a bit, but she's lived with a very constant 'You should do better.' mentality pushing at her, and even here she feels like she doesn't have anywhere else to go in order to be able to do better]
Sylar: [is so sorry for that and he wishes he could fix it. but they have Molly, at least. that's something. that's somewhere to fit. and that in mind] Come back to the room with me, tonight.
Elle: [was so very comfortable, just lost in her own thoughts, that his words almost startle her] Hmm? [she totally heard him, but she's female and is allowed to request important things get repeated]
Sylar: [calmly] Come back to the room with me, tonight. To my room. [might mean that as more than just asking her to come crash on the couch. might let her actually sleep in the bed with him. it's been so long since Mohinder's come and gone, and between that and going home, he feels like he can let him go, finally]
Elle: [nods against him] Okay.
Sylar: Okay.
Elle: [exhales] So, moving now? Or later. [smirks]
Sylar: Up to you. [is easy, tonight]
Elle: [shifts a bit, starting the motions to get up now] It'll be easier this way. Like ripping off a bandage.
Sylar: Good point. [shifts away from her, too, offering her a hand once he's gotten to his feet. it's probably a little pointless at this point, since she was getting up, too, but ... [
Elle: [the gesture is still appreciated, and makes her smile as she reaches for his hand, using it to pull herself up] Thanks.
Sylar: [hums a bit, and tugs her towards the door, lightly]
Elle: [smirks at the tug, but goes very willingly along with him] Molly's okay, right? [doesn't want to be unprepared if she's locked herself in her room or something]
Sylar: She seems like she is, yeah. She was just glad I was alright.
Elle: [gives his hand a squeeze] She's not alone in that.
Sylar: [squeezes back] I'm indestructible, remember? [seriously needs to write Claire an apology]
Elle: [laughs] Yes, I recall this.
Sylar: [offers her a little smile and leads them over to his and Molly's room]
Elle: [it's a short trip, but she doesn't mind being led]
Sylar: [funny, he's not stopping at the couch]
Elle: [sort of looks at the couch, as they go past it]
Sylar: [pulls her into the bedroom, letting the door close behind them seemingly on its own, and settles down on the bed]
Elle: [there's a bit of hesitation in her steps, letting her pace slow, and she'll sit on the bed, but really she's only been in here once before and that was when Mohinder showed up and wanted to take Molly, the apprehension she has isn't over Sylar, so much as it is over the location]
Sylar: It's alright. [thinks he might fix the walls and replace the furniture and crap, though, now that he's back. maybe ask Mohinder if he wants his namesake lizard back]
Elle: [shifts a bit further onto the bed, and even though he said it was okay, she's not sure if she grasps that fully]
Sylar: [stretches out on the bed, reaching up to pull her down with him. it's really alright]
Elle: [at the pulling, she settles in easier, curling up beside him, always a sucker for contact]
Sylar: [holds her close, closing his eyes, just sort of basking in the contact himself. it's been awhile and it's nice to have real, solid proof that he's out of the nightmare]
Elle: [rests her hand against his chest, tracing small circles across him] How long were you gone? [she asked before, but he sort of didn't actually answer]
Sylar: Maybe a year? [the mun has no idea WTF the Heroes writers are doing with the timelines, and it was hard to keep track of time while evading Nathan and then being Nathan, so he can't say for certain] I was trapped in my head for what felt more like five, though.
Elle: [probably didn't need exact dates, but the year sounds about right even if he had been from way before, and now he was from way after her death, but she still nods, inching up along his side, to rest her chin to his shoulder] Sounds like too long.
Sylar: A lot happened. [translation: yes, it probably was]
Elle: [nods, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek] I know that this place isn't really home, but I'm glad you're here.
Sylar: [turns his head to brush a kiss over her lips] Glad to be back.
Elle: [shuts her eyes, taking a breath at that, because it's a lot of change for him and she's just glad to be at his side]
Sylar: [shifts back into the pillows, closing his eyes and keeping close]
Elle: [settles back in against him, shifting her leg to hook over his, ensuring that if he leaves it won't be easily done]
Sylar: [smiles a bit, softly]
Elle: [will possibly fall asleep, since it's been a long few days for her]
Sylar: [will sleep, too, despite the fact that he's still a touch worried that none of this is real. is strangely exhausted. probably because he got stabbed in the head]
Elle: [that near death stuff can always take it out of a person, she's more than aware of that aspect of castle life, so she'll just let her breathing even out, settling in against him]
Sylar: [manages a thought or two about how it sucks that he can't hear her heartbeat or the hum of her ability anymore, and then he's dozing off to the sound of her breathing]
Elle: [if she could make it louder she would]
Sylar: [oh, well. he'll get used to it]
Elle: [maybe he can feel it, or locate it, or something]
Sylar: [maybe. will find out tomorrow. sleeping nao]
Elle: [sleep is so very good]
What: Talking about what happened back home, and what he's going to do now.
When: After this
Where: Room 512 into 510
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language)
Elle: [sitting on her couch, knee bouncing a bit as she stares at the door, waiting for Sylar to knock, or walk in, or whatever he was going to do]
Sylar: [like he did outside his own door, he hesitates for a moment when he comes around to hers. gets over whatever's holding him back sooner rather than later, though, and huffs out a sigh before knocking on the door. would just let himself in -- seems to remember doing that a lot before he went home -- but he's not sure he's allowed to, anymore]
Elle: [glances up to the door, standing up and moving to open it. She gives him a bit of space, stepping back and resting against the now open door] You can come in.
Sylar: [mumbles a thank you and steps into the room, looking around as if he hasn't seen it in years. which, well, is more or less accurate if you count all the time he and Peter spent in his own personal version of hell]
Elle: [shuts the door, folding her arms across her chest, shrugging up her shoulders] So, you went home, right? Both of you? [assumes that he died or worse]
Sylar: [casts a glance over his shoulder, then turns to face her entirely] We did, yeah.
Elle: [nods and moves to take a seat on the couch, she pulls her foot up, pressing her thigh near her chest, dropping her chin to her knee as she looks at him] 'Til when? I mean, how long were you there?
Sylar: I'm not sure. It's -- complicated. [and he'll explain it eventually, but] It felt like years. It wasn't that long, though.
Elle: Oh. [nods again] Are you - [you know, dead? but she doesn't say that, since it's probably tacky] - are you alright?
Sylar: Sort of in a weird headspace, but ... [shrugs] I'm still in one piece. [he lives! hooray!]
Elle: [a bit of relief on her face, even if she's dead] That's good - for you, I mean.
Sylar: [offers her a wan smile] Yeah, it is. [and then the smile's gone] ... there's so much I want to say, but I don't know what to say.
Elle: [draws her other knee up toward her chest] You don't have to do say it all now? Maybe, start with what's most important?
Sylar: [moves over to her, reaching out to brush a hand over her hair very carefully -- no headsawing here -- and very hesitantly] I shouldn't have -- I just -- I was so angry and so hurt. I thought ...
Elle: [she doesn't flinch, or pull away from him - mostly because even if he seems a bit different, it wasn't very long for her] You thought you couldn't trust me. I know, I remember.
Sylar: I'm sorry. [God, is he]
Elle: [nods again, looking over at him] I know, I mean, I heard earlier.
Sylar: I know. I just -- [looks away from her] You told me to start with what was most important. I think that covers it.
Elle: [smirks] Okay. Thank you. [because she does appreciate it, even if it is odd to hear]
Sylar: [looks up again, offering her a little smile] You're welcome.
Elle: [exhales, unfolding herself a bit, shifting to lean against the arm of the couch] You and Peter killed each other, you know.
Sylar: [straightens a bit, briefly] I know. We're over that, now.
Elle: [quirks an eyebrow] Oh?
Sylar: Peter and I had a lot of time to talk, back home. [shrugs] We sort of became friends. [more than sort of, actually]
Elle: Really? [isn't sure how she's supposed to fit into that, since Peter has always felt odd about her] Huh.
Sylar: Yeah. [eh, he can still be BFFs with Peter and be with Elle, if she'll still have him] Parkman trapped us in my head.
Elle: [scoffs, she never was a fan of the cop] Parkman. [exhales] He's always poking his nose around.
Sylar: [still ... isn't Matt's biggest fan. the guy mindfuck him for FIVE YEARS]
Sylar: Guess so. [a beat] I set myself up for it, though.
Elle: [a glance] How so?
Sylar: I tried to threaten him into blocking off my abilities. Not my smartest move.
Elle: Blocking... off? [confused glance, because that's a new angle]
Sylar: I thought I'd be better off without them. [perches on the arm of the couch] That I wouldn't be so alone if I didn't have them.
Elle: [isn't sure how to respond to that, since the last time he was without his abilities he wasn't alone at all, he had been with her -- but, well, that didn't seem to work out so well] So, do you have them still? Did he do it?
Sylar: [doesn't answer -- or at least not verbally. instead, he reaches out, snagging a pen from somewhere with his telekinesis] I still don't have my aptitude here, but ... [waves the pen at her]
Elle: [smirks] Nice trick.
Sylar: [can't help but smirk just a bit. having powers is still awesome, even if he's using them for good rather than murder, now] Oldie but goodie.
Elle: [lifts her hand, a web of electricity crawling across her fingers] Still, just a one trick girl.
Sylar: [shifts a bit and raises a hand, fingers reaching for the sparks. he doesn't touch them, but his hand's close enough to feel the hum of electricity. and since that reminds him] You were right about my abilities. All the ones I used to have are gone.
Elle: [nods] The telekinesis stayed, though, right? [keeps the sparks up for a moment, before reaching for his fingers]
Sylar: Yep. Hence the pen. [leans away for a moment to set it down, then laces his fingers with hers]
Elle: [gives his hand a squeeze] You're okay? I mean, I get the alive thing, and the powers - but, you, are you okay?
Sylar: [considers that for a long minute, watching her, and then] I don't know. It's -- a lot to reconcile. Being here and then being there and then being here again. [Ruby was right when she said it was hard]
Elle: [nods and moves closer to him] It sounds like two different puzzles that you've been putting together, and then the pieces get mixed up.
Sylar: Sounds about right. [shifts down from the arm of the couch to actually sitting next to her]
Elle: [takes a deep breath] So, what are you going to do?
Sylar: I don't know. [will probably write Claire an OMG BB I'M SORRY letter and stuff it under her door or something] But I don't want this to be the end of us.
Elle: [glances to him] That... is a relief. [laughs, a bit embarrassed]
Sylar: [offers her a smile] You understand me better than anyone else here. [and maybe he's being a little selfish in wanting to cling to this -- he really doesn't want to be alone -- but ... he can't quite feel bad about it. mostly because he does care about her, too]
Elle: [shrugs, and leans into him a bit, nudging at him before sitting back up again] I saw you die before... when Bennet - [a pause] I just, it's not exactly easy to try and sort out if you're going to be left behind again.
Sylar: I guess not. [still no love for Bennet either, but he probably won't kill him if he shows up, now. probably]
Elle: [she's got daddy issues, so she probably would end up forgiving Bennet] You didn't miss anything. I mean, in the castle.
Sylar: That's a relief, at least.
Elle: [glances to him, letting a bit of her worry finally wear through, her hand going to brush against his cheek, straying her fingers to his temple] You had me worried.
Sylar: [tilts his head into her fingers, slowly] I'm sorry. Peter -- he provoked me. I thought I had to do something about it.
Elle: [nods] I know, and I didn't fault you for it. I just - [laughs] I didn't think that's what would happen.
Sylar: You thought I'd kill him and that'd be the end of it for two weeks.
Elle: [yes] Maybe.
Sylar: So did I. He got lucky. [shrugs a bit. doesn't seem angry or bitter]
Elle: [cards her fingers through his hair] Well, you probably need to talk to York. He was worried about someone finding your weakness.
Sylar: He won't have to worry about it -- I moved it. [lets his eyes fall half-mast. being trapped in your own head for however long is exhausting and her fingers in his hair is nice] But I'll filter something to him later.
Elle: Moved it? [scritches her nails at his scalp lightly] How'd you manage that?
Sylar: I found a shapeshifter.
Elle: [smirks] That's handy. [though, she sort of realizes his truce with Peter probably means not so handy the way she's thinking]
Sylar: It's mostly been more trouble than it's worth.
Elle: [and the smirk fades, moving to drop her hand to rest on the shoulder closest to her, leaning against his arm] Who else did you find?
Sylar: [shifts a bit so that he can put his arm around her, forcing her to lean against him rather than just his arm] A few other people. [a beat] I can fly now, you know.
Elle: [impressed look, but then realizes what that must mean] So, Nathan?
Sylar: [is so sorry about killing Nathan, but ... there's a small part of him that's VERY happy to be able to fly. he's always wanted to. the redemption thing is a work in progress still] Yep.
Elle: [nods, but wonders how that all fits in with Peter, and that makes her head hurt a bit] Who else is gone? Angela? [God she kind of hopes she's dead]
Sylar: [shakes his head] She's still alive.
Sylar: If she wasn't ... I'd probably still be stuck in my head.
Elle: [nods against him, trying to take it all in, even if it doesn't actually affect her anymore] You're not trapped anymore though, right? The Parkman thing- that's over? This isn't just a break from the trapped... which would be odd, since it's a different kind of trapped.
Sylar: I think we got out. Peter and I broke through what was trapping us there, and we woke up here.
Elle: [isn't sure what else to say, so she nods some more, just staying close]
Sylar: [shrugs lightly and just holds her. might be reading her with Lydia's ability just because he's curious as to how she's taking all of this and because the feeling of connection is nice]
Elle: [is feeling a mixture of relief - that he's actually alive back home, seems to have found some sort of peace as well; then there's the anxiety that he'll just keep moving forward and becoming this new person and eventually she just won't fit there anymore]
Sylar: [doesn't know quite what to say to that last bit -- partially because he's not sure just saying it won't happen will be enough and partially because he doesn't want to comment on it because, well, it feels like an invasion of her privacy, and he doesn't want to do that. decides, finally, that the best response is to turn his head and brush a kiss over her forehead]
Elle: [she's happy for him, and is glad that he's finally feeling like he can fit somewhere, and she shuts her eyes, leaning up into the kiss a bit, but she's lived with a very constant 'You should do better.' mentality pushing at her, and even here she feels like she doesn't have anywhere else to go in order to be able to do better]
Sylar: [is so sorry for that and he wishes he could fix it. but they have Molly, at least. that's something. that's somewhere to fit. and that in mind] Come back to the room with me, tonight.
Elle: [was so very comfortable, just lost in her own thoughts, that his words almost startle her] Hmm? [she totally heard him, but she's female and is allowed to request important things get repeated]
Sylar: [calmly] Come back to the room with me, tonight. To my room. [might mean that as more than just asking her to come crash on the couch. might let her actually sleep in the bed with him. it's been so long since Mohinder's come and gone, and between that and going home, he feels like he can let him go, finally]
Elle: [nods against him] Okay.
Sylar: Okay.
Elle: [exhales] So, moving now? Or later. [smirks]
Sylar: Up to you. [is easy, tonight]
Elle: [shifts a bit, starting the motions to get up now] It'll be easier this way. Like ripping off a bandage.
Sylar: Good point. [shifts away from her, too, offering her a hand once he's gotten to his feet. it's probably a little pointless at this point, since she was getting up, too, but ... [
Elle: [the gesture is still appreciated, and makes her smile as she reaches for his hand, using it to pull herself up] Thanks.
Sylar: [hums a bit, and tugs her towards the door, lightly]
Elle: [smirks at the tug, but goes very willingly along with him] Molly's okay, right? [doesn't want to be unprepared if she's locked herself in her room or something]
Sylar: She seems like she is, yeah. She was just glad I was alright.
Elle: [gives his hand a squeeze] She's not alone in that.
Sylar: [squeezes back] I'm indestructible, remember? [seriously needs to write Claire an apology]
Elle: [laughs] Yes, I recall this.
Sylar: [offers her a little smile and leads them over to his and Molly's room]
Elle: [it's a short trip, but she doesn't mind being led]
Sylar: [funny, he's not stopping at the couch]
Elle: [sort of looks at the couch, as they go past it]
Sylar: [pulls her into the bedroom, letting the door close behind them seemingly on its own, and settles down on the bed]
Elle: [there's a bit of hesitation in her steps, letting her pace slow, and she'll sit on the bed, but really she's only been in here once before and that was when Mohinder showed up and wanted to take Molly, the apprehension she has isn't over Sylar, so much as it is over the location]
Sylar: It's alright. [thinks he might fix the walls and replace the furniture and crap, though, now that he's back. maybe ask Mohinder if he wants his namesake lizard back]
Elle: [shifts a bit further onto the bed, and even though he said it was okay, she's not sure if she grasps that fully]
Sylar: [stretches out on the bed, reaching up to pull her down with him. it's really alright]
Elle: [at the pulling, she settles in easier, curling up beside him, always a sucker for contact]
Sylar: [holds her close, closing his eyes, just sort of basking in the contact himself. it's been awhile and it's nice to have real, solid proof that he's out of the nightmare]
Elle: [rests her hand against his chest, tracing small circles across him] How long were you gone? [she asked before, but he sort of didn't actually answer]
Sylar: Maybe a year? [the mun has no idea WTF the Heroes writers are doing with the timelines, and it was hard to keep track of time while evading Nathan and then being Nathan, so he can't say for certain] I was trapped in my head for what felt more like five, though.
Elle: [probably didn't need exact dates, but the year sounds about right even if he had been from way before, and now he was from way after her death, but she still nods, inching up along his side, to rest her chin to his shoulder] Sounds like too long.
Sylar: A lot happened. [translation: yes, it probably was]
Elle: [nods, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek] I know that this place isn't really home, but I'm glad you're here.
Sylar: [turns his head to brush a kiss over her lips] Glad to be back.
Elle: [shuts her eyes, taking a breath at that, because it's a lot of change for him and she's just glad to be at his side]
Sylar: [shifts back into the pillows, closing his eyes and keeping close]
Elle: [settles back in against him, shifting her leg to hook over his, ensuring that if he leaves it won't be easily done]
Sylar: [smiles a bit, softly]
Elle: [will possibly fall asleep, since it's been a long few days for her]
Sylar: [will sleep, too, despite the fact that he's still a touch worried that none of this is real. is strangely exhausted. probably because he got stabbed in the head]
Elle: [that near death stuff can always take it out of a person, she's more than aware of that aspect of castle life, so she'll just let her breathing even out, settling in against him]
Sylar: [manages a thought or two about how it sucks that he can't hear her heartbeat or the hum of her ability anymore, and then he's dozing off to the sound of her breathing]
Elle: [if she could make it louder she would]
Sylar: [oh, well. he'll get used to it]
Elle: [maybe he can feel it, or locate it, or something]
Sylar: [maybe. will find out tomorrow. sleeping nao]
Elle: [sleep is so very good]