[RL] I've never cared so much about honesty.

[rudolphofvamps]

[Spike sits perched on the edge of the couch, misery clearly etched into his every feature. No matter what he does, nothing will change; he's still just a muck-up. Not only was Buffy not supposed to find out this way, she was never supposed to hear it from him. He's wrecked the timeline along with everything else and he finds himself wishing for

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[intuitivelyapt]

[Look, Sylar wasn't eating cheese doodles. He was wallowing in the depths of his despair. He'd been doing that a lot lately. Every time he thought about taking the steps necessary to change his life, something happened to make him call it quits and go back to stewing in self-pity. At least Spike was back now. That was one less thing wrong in his life.

Wordlessly, he trudged down the stairs and took a seat on the couch next to Spike. He wasn't sure what to say, either regarding himself or the other man. There were lots of emotions clouding up the air. ]

Hey.

[rudolphofvamps]

Hi.

[He doesn't look up, his voice tired and obviously tinged with hurt. None of it's directed at Sylar though so he just waits, not wanting to think of something to break the quickly spreading silence.]

[intuitivelyapt]

[More silence ensues. They're both feeling pretty low, obviously, and like hell Sylar knows how to be comforting to anyone. Not even himself.]

It's good to have you back.

[rudolphofvamps]

Find that hard to believe, but I appreciate you saying it.

[He shrugs, chancing a look up at the other man.]

[intuitivelyapt]

[He looks back and shrugs too, almost a perfect reflection.]

I don't like being alone. I thought you knew that. I told you that.

[rudolphofvamps]

I know that. I don't either.

Sorry for leaving. I mean that.

[intuitivelyapt]

[In a flat, bored tone:] I'd know if you didn't.

... What do we do now?

[rudolphofvamps]

[He shrugs. He knows that logically, but he still feels the need to explain himself.]

We could order in.

[intuitivelyapt]

[Sylar meant more in a broad ~how will we cope with life~ way, but he's not going to argue about it. It's easier to distract himself with the mundane. ]

What are you in the mood for?

[rudolphofvamps]

[Spike knew what Sylar meant, but there's still too much tension hanging in the air.]

Chinese? Or pizza?

[intuitivelyapt]

Let's go with pizza. Chinese just hasn't been the same lately.

[rudolphofvamps]

Couldn't agree more. Want some of them chicken wings too.

[intuitivelyapt]

How about garlic knots?

[rudolphofvamps]

Ha ha, very funny.

[intuitivelyapt]

I thought so. [pause] But seriously. Breadsticks.

[rudolphofvamps]

They're required.