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Who: Claire, Sylar
When: this evening
Where: their bedroom
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Extreme emo, lots of blood.
Summary: Claire begs Sylar to come home, so he does. They're both currently bleeding from various places thanks to the god curse.

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She watched as he tore the sheet into strips, and stepped over to she could help. But then he was making a pained noise, and grabbing on to her, and she came close to panic. "Sylar!" She could feel the pressure of his grip on her shoulder, could feel her brain telling her that she should step away to be free, but she didn't budge. Instead, her hand went up to gasp on to his, to hopefully reassure him with some kind of gentle touch.

Her fingers danced over the skin on his hand in almost ticklish motions, hoping to distract him from the pain in his head, and help bring him back down to earth. "We can't go very many more days like this. Especially you. It's going to..." She trailed off, not sure of how to finish that thought. She knew it was going to drive him crazy, drive him to doing something that was out of his control. But she would have to be there beside him to prevent that from happening. It was her place, he had told her before. She wondered if that place even still existed.

"Sylar..." She looked up at him, leaning her head over to rest against his bloody hand that was on her shoulder. She didn't even blink as the red smeared across her face and into her eyelashes, and absorbed into her hair. "You're going to let me stay with you until these headaches are over, right?"