[Spike raps softly on the door once, and then another .. time. But when Sylar doesn't immediately rouse to get the door he decides to just... walk in anyway. And watch lovingly as Sylar dreams on. Or more like creepily stare because it's really insensitive of him to sleep while Spike is hurting. But he also doesn't really have the heart to wake him up. Souls were so bothersome.]
[Sylar feels Spike watching him because sometimes you do that when you're asleep and watches you like a fucking ridiculous creeper. He slowly opens his eyes and sits up to see Spike. This is Sylar's ... not too fucking happy to have Spike wake him up at 4 in the morning face.]
I am now. [He dramatically flops back down on the bed. If Spike wants to talk to him, he can talk while Sylar tries to return to beautiful ice skate world. Where he was skiing on cinnamon toast sticks.]
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